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Three Line Tale: Nectar

The queen butterfly made her way to the nectar, flying in dizzying circles.

She flapped her large wings, gracefully displaying the intricate spotted pattern on them.

She sucked on the sweet nectar of the human brain, her favorite kind of food.


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 149

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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

Three Line Tale: Practice

They practiced through the day, polishing their skills, improving their play and mastering the game.

They knew their goal of reaching the top was a lofty one, but they were ready to put in their all to achieve their dream.

They practiced, keeping in mind that they bore the emblem of their nation on their proud chests…


Word Count: 57

Prompt: Three Line Tales #146

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

Three Line Tale: Red Garden

Millions flocked to visit the Red Gardens, to witness the red flowers that remained in bloom all year round.

This tourist destination popped up from nowhere, and soon became a modern wonder of the world.

That worked out very well for the garden as well, only the humans visiting and their sneakily absorbed blood could keep the garden thriving and glowing red all year round.


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 144

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