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Three Line Tale: Fence

These fences trap me inside, away from my home and with fleeting contact with my family.

This maximum security prison cuts out all contact with the outside world inorder to ensure safety.

Then again, I am glad that I am trapped here among these animals, helping to keep scum like them inside, away from the world…


Word Count: 57

Prompt:

Three Line Tales Week 58

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Twittering Tale: Valentine’s Gifts

“Isn’t this too much?”

No man. She loves small gifts. See it says so on her Facebook status.

“Been stalking her?”

Yep. I even know where she lives.

“You are being crazy. That’s illegal.”

If that is what it takes.

“Okay idiot, what’s next, a love letter written in blood?”

Yep. Yours…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Tales #123 – 12 February 2019

Flash Fiction: Castles

There it crumbles, again.

It took me months to build it. Many months of planning, all wasted. This was supposed to be my magnum opus. It would have been my legacy. I dedicated so much of my prescious time and efforts into it. It took those cruel people only a matter of hours to bring it down.

What’s done is done. Now it’s time I rebuild it. That is the best part about them, they can be built again.

My grand castles in the air…


Word Count: 85

Prompt:

Tale Weaver #209

Twittering Tale: One Word

It starts with one word.

Then another and another, and they keep coming. The words continue until my fingers find it hard to keep up with them. And then it suddenly stops. Total silence. I never read what I’ve written. I only write.

I only do what the voices in my head tell me to..


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #122 – 5 February 2019

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

Flash Fiction: Dry Breeze

The dry breeze stings my face.

This sand, this air, are slowly choking the life out of me. I want to get back to my old life. I had power, I had purpose, but most importantly, I had freedom. Here, I feel trapped. My injuries did not kill me, merely forced me to retire. However, I wish I had died before I retired. I wish I was buried at the sea, like a true captain.

I long for the darkness to find me, as much as I long for the sea mist to caress my face, one last time.


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Friday Fictioneers 1st February, 2019

Carrot Ranch January 31: Flash Fiction Challenge

Twittering Tale: Cookies

She had arranged the shapes neatly in rows.

She stood back and observed the cookie dough. Her grandchildren loved her cookies. She checked the clock. Just enough time left to bake. She hoped her star and heart cookies would be good enough.

Good enough to win masterchef…


Character Count: 270

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #121

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…

 

Flash Fiction: Under My Bed

“Mama, there’s someone under my bed!”

Mom leaned in closer to her daughter.

“What did you say sweetie?”

She whispered to mom.

“Under my bed. There is someone there.”

Mom sighed.

“We have been through this before, Nancy. There is no one there.”

“But there is, mom. He is there every night.”

Mom rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I am going to check it one more time. See..here I go down. And as I said, there is no one here.”

Nancy huffed. Mom kissed her on the forehead.

“Good night, sweetie. Sleep well.”

“Good night, mommy.”

After mom had left, Nancy spoke aloud.

“She still can’t see you. This is wrong.”

“She will, someday….”

Came a soft voice from under the bed…


Word Count: 123

Prompt:

#TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya

Twittering Tale: Lonely

I look out of the window and watch the busy world.

I see how they enjoy. Their interactions look fun. Their conversations, fights, romances, even their simple hellos.

I wish I could have all of that. I miss it tremendously. It tends to get lonely.

Here, in this mirror dimension…


Character Count: 279

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #120