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Three Line Tale: Search

It came suddenly, without any warning, giving no chance to our terrestrial brethren, those poor souls which did not have gifts like ours were wiped out instantly.

I don’t know how it happened, but the towering waves came crashing upon our world, submerging it in water.

It has been days without food and rest for us now, on our search to find a new home, any place that survived this aquatic apocalypse…


Word Count: 72

Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 148

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Flash Fiction: Sanity

The voice won’t stop speaking.

I am on the fringe of my sanity. Within my heart, I know something bad is coming. The voice is announcing its arrival.

A bullet is my only escape…


Word Count: 34

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #81 – Fringe

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Heart

 

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FTS Project #3: Punished

I woke up with a severe hangover. I made my way to the bathroom lazily. I glanced at the mirror wondering if I looked as terrible as I felt. I stood staring in horror at the grotesque skull grinning at me… The sight of the skull made me freeze in my tracks. I stopped grinning at the mirror, and the skull stopped grinning back. I quickly touched my palms on my face, only to make contact with bones. I looked around in panic, and spotted her, leaning back on the wall of my washroom. She smiled at me in a sultry manner. “You don’t remember my name do you?” I tried to calm myself down and reply, but it was not working. “That’s fine. At least you remember the great time we had in bed, don’t you? That’s all I was supposed to be no? Like all those other girls you meet?” I tried to think back to yesterday. I could only remember meeting her at the club and having drinks with her. After that my memory went blank. “Poor darling. You probably remember nothing after that bit of chemical in your drink worked its magic.” I composed myself and got ready to grab her. She tsked and winked at me. “You did commit a sin, you know…The sin of lust. You had to be..” I charged at her, but she vanished in an instant, leaving only her voice behind in the air, “..PUNISHED!”
Word Count: 245 Prompts: FTS Project Prompt by Sitharaam Jayakumar Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt: Sultry Word of the Day Challenge “Freeze” FOWC with Fandango “Chemical”   This is the third flash fiction story in the Finish The Story Project (FTS Project) You can find out more about the project here Happy reading! 🙂

Three Line Tale: The Train

There it goes again, the train carrying all those little children who are soon going to be introduced to the wondrous world of magic, at the very best school in existence.

As always, I only get to see it from my ancestral home, never getting to sit inside the train, never making the journey these lucky kids are making.

The train mocks me as do the paintings on the walls of my home, all my ancestors, blessed with magical abilities, and me, the only black sheep in the family can only dream of magic….


Word Count: 94

Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 145

Flash Fiction: The Adventure Begins

This is the ninth part in the tale. Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip 2

Part 3 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest

Part 4 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 2

Part 5 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 3

Part 6 – Flash Fiction: No Other Choice

Part 7 – Flash Fiction: The Hard Way

Part 8 – Flash Fiction: The Hard Way 2

Now the tale continues…


This tale is not like any of those classics humans are used to reading, where the hero always wins and good triumphs over evil.

No, this is reality and it turns out as dark as I deem it to be.

Now, this poor man who stumbled on to my lair in search of adventure, will be given one he could never have seen even in his worst nightmares.

There is no way back for him now, that way was shut by me, the artist that will paint his dark fate.

Rise now, my deadly minion and act as the instrument of my malice, and become a force of destruction.

Tear apart your victims with your nails, pierce them with your horns, rise now, and fear no opponent

(Find the sequel here – Flash Fiction: Hunt and Kill )


Prompts:

Six Sentence Story “Classics”

FOWC with Fandango “Opponent”

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt “Deadly”

Weekly Writing Challenge #164

Flash Fiction: Fetch

When I was a lonely little kid, Doug the dog strayed into my life, as a helpless frightened pup.

As we both grew up, we would end up destroying each other’s loneliness by playing fetch the entire day, it was just me, Doug and the ball.

Now many years have passed, just I and the ball remain, as Doug left for his next adventure, leaving me lonely yet again…


Word Count: 69

Prompt: Three Line Tales Week 142

Three Line Tale: Warpaint

Warpaint was in her very culture and she followed it just like her father did, and his father, and his father all the way to her ancestors who started the practice.

As she stepped on to the dark field of battle, her painted face glowed, striking fear into the hearts of her enemies.

She was a stellar warrior, her body was her weapon, and the dance floor was her battlefield, where she belonged, and strove to conquer.


Word Count: 77

Prompts:

Three Line Tales, Week 141

Word of the Day Challenge “Stellar”

Flash Fiction: Snake Sale

So, you are telling me, that with a kill-rate of around 1000 per year, this is the most poisonous snake in the world?

No mate, you really need to go back to school because this is the most ‘venomous’ snake in the world, not the most ‘poisonous’, there’s a difference you see.

And you really need to go to an asylum, because poisonous or venomous, you are the one trying to eat it!


Word Count: 72

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 139

Flash Fiction: Television

Mom always told me not to while away my time in front of the television, it will rot away my brain she used to say.

Well, many many years later, it turned out she was indeed right, but the joke was still on her.

When the brain-hungry zombies came to feed on us, they ignored me completely, but ravenously went for my mother, who had refused to watch television, choosing to keep her brain fresh.


Word Count: 75

Prompt:

Three Line Tales Week 138

Flash Fiction: Guard

It was an abandoned house, unused for over ten years, but yet I was offered a job of security guard by the property broker, and at double the market salary, I accepted.

I was informed that my predecessor had quit the previous night citing work pressure, after his health took a toll for the worse, and the money being

I could not fathom what possible burden existed in keeping people out of an abandoned house, until I realized that the task was not to keep people out, but to keep things in….


Word Count: 92

Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 137