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Three Line Tale: Snake Show

Come one, come all to my snake show, and yes it is absolutely safe and free.

I need a volunteer and you will do perfectly ma’am, see how my snake shows affection by hugging you.

So, that’s fifty dollars, not for the show, that is free, but the fee is only so that my slithering friend here loosens his grip…


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Three Line Tales, Week 188

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Three Line Tale: The Castle

The castle still stands, as it did a thousand years ago.

It has seen all the faces of war, and the evolution of human weapons from swords and bows to tanks and guns.

Yet, it chose never to intervene with its armies, remaining hidden from the greedy eyes of humans; which is why it still remains standing…


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Three Line Tales, Week 179

Three Line Tale: Target Practice

Control your breathing and calm your nerves, lads, just like we practiced.

Hold the bow firmly and keep your aim steady, and release when you feel you are ready to hit the target.

Don’t let those eyes begging you to miss, distract you from your goal of executing traitors, and put an arrow right between those eyes…


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Three Line Tales, Week 176
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Flash Fiction: Cultists

“Wanna start a cult?”

I stared at my best friend’s face. Sometimes she had the weirdest of ideas. I played along.

“Okay, sure. So, what will our cult do?”

She thought about it for a few seconds and retorted.

“We will do cool things.”

I nodded.

“Like what?”

“I dunno. We’ll figure that out. But, we will have a cool club attire and codewords and tattoos.”

I smiled at her, slyly.

“And I presume we’ll cut up people and sacrifice them?”

She pouted at me.

“Don’t make fun of me. You know we already do that.”

I laughed as I cleaned my dagger, which was dripping with fresh blood.

“Then I guess we are already in a cult. Aren’t we?”

She paused again for a moment. And nodded.

“Yep, right you are, as always. Now come help me lift this body. We need to take it to the sacrificial slab..”


Word Count: 150

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First Line Friday March 15th 2019

Three Line Tale: Books

I look at the neatly stacked books, each one an exquisite creation, resting in one of the underground black market booths.

The salesman eyes me suspiciously, until I pick a book up written by a visionary author, and swipe my card, purchasing the rare item for a small fortune.

Now, within my walls, this illegal copy of Fahrenheit 451 will stay safe, away from the Government which long decreed the seizure of all books…


Prompts:

Three Line Tales Week 162

Tale #213 – Wall

Three Line Tale: Feat

She has done it, accomplished the spectacular feat of winning three consecutive gold medals.

I believe she’s ready for the biggest stage now, I must agree to let her go.

The little devil has accomplished so much, starting from the circus and finally, making it to the Olympics…


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Three Line Tales Week #161

Three Line Tale: Expression

They marched up to the town hall, chanting slogans against the oppressive government that sought to ban all avenues of expression.

They came face to face with the police force, all ready and lined up to deliver a state-commissioned thrashing to the protesters.

This time, they were not going to take it like all the previous times, for this time they were armed to tackle the police, and defeat them at their own violent game…


Word Count: 75

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Three Line Tales, Week 160

 

Three Line Tale: Your Heart

Dear child, go ahead and live out your heart to the fullest and may nobody stop you from doing it.

But beware the little black people who reside within you, and guard your heart from them, little one.

They enjoy dragging your heart down and making it sink to the depths of dark waters and smile as they do it…


Word Count: 60

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Three Line Tales, Week #159

Three Line Tale: Weight

I stand on the weighing scale of life, concentrating on my dreams, goals, ambitions, and all the people that I am fighting for.

I stand in the blizzard of hardships, the bitter weather crushing me down with all its force and weight.

Now, it remains to be seen, if my willpower weighs more, or the adversities that I face end up being heavier…


Word Count: 63

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 157

Three Line Tale: Pool Party

The pool looked alluring under the clear starry skies, catching the fancy of all eyes that gazed upon it.

I knew that no one would refuse an invitation to a party at my pool, simply because of its legendary reputation: The Helen among pools, if I may call it so.

A pity that the reputation would get tarnished soon, but then again, I think its a fair exchange for the elimination of all my business rivals through a quick electrocution…