The dragon looks at me with narrowed eyes,
It’s fiery breath towards me flies.
Just in time I shield myself, or I would have been aflame,
Treating a dragon with a cold, is no easy game…
Prompts:
battle
Microfiction: Evening Walk
Walks by the dusky seashore are lifesavers.
No matter how useless my life seems, my walk is efficacious in raising my spirits. I am not abashed in admitting how weak I feel throughout the day. I am only this far from putting a bullet in my head and disappearing into the seas, like the sun.
Not just yet though…
Prompts:
Weekend Writing Prompt #96 – Seashore
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 9/19
OPPOSITES ATTRACT CHALLENGE #6
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Three Line Tale: The Artist
He sat there everyday, against the wall that showcased his life’s work, his passion, his art.
He would smile back politely at the passers by who would shower him with praises and flowery words.
He smiled at how their actions failed to respect their words, as the number of paintings on the wall greatly outnumbered the money notes in his wallet…
Prompt:
Flash Fiction: Horse Lords
I followed my professor to the last stop of our tour, the purpose of which was to educate us about our history.
He stood with his back to the ginormous horse-head statues and cleared his throat, indicating the need for silence.
“We come to the end of our trip around the country, at the statues that pay homage to beginning of our country, the reason we breathe free air, our two horse lords that aided us in the freedom struggle.”
I raised my hand and fired a quick question at the professor – “Sir, if we are indeed paying homage to something so significant, why did we only put up their heads, should we not have constructed the entire body of our lords?”
My question left the professor scratching his bald head, pondering over the answer and my classmates with a funny, if not fun end to the boring tour…
Word Count: 150
Prompts:
Sunday Photo Fiction – November 11, 2018
Pssst..Why not try your hand at my challenge: The Wacky Weekend Challenge
It will be fun! 🙂
Flash Fiction: Pasta
“Is the order for table number ten ready?”
I turned the blaze of the cooking flame down and grasped the pan in my left hand. With my right hand, I expertly arranged the lines of spaghetti on the plate. Reuben walked up to me and winked.
“You know, she’s looking quite fine in her black dress today.”
I peeked outside through the kitchen door window. There she was again, sitting in perfect poise, making my heart beat harder. Reuben whispered.
“Tell her, man!”
I put the final touch on the dish with the red sauce.
“A red heart, sweet!”
Word Count: 99
Prompts:
The Dark Netizen 