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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

Microfiction: Arrive

I was the last to arrive at the meeting point, the other two were waiting for me.

It was awkward for me to see the pair of teenager and old lady smiling at me, wearing matching dresses.

I never thought i would ever feel the pressure of looking better than myself, or rather my future and past selves, and I owe all this additional pressure to the time machine…


Word Count: 69

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Three Line Tales, Week 165

Three Line Tale: Sale

An astounding deal had been offered by the local mall, much to the shock or many and the delight of few.

Walk in with your old partner, and leave with a new man, the offer said.

If only, new discounted clothes could make a new man, the shoppers would have been happy!


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Three Line Tales, Week 163

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…


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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: 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

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Three Line Tales Week 58

Flash Fiction: Bad Master

He was a bad master.

No two ways about it. He did not care for me. Did not think about the condition he kept me in. He did not spare any thought about how the roads he was forcing me on, were damaging me. He was blind to my pain and deaf to my pleas. Luckily, master was also dumb.

He left the satanic book lying around. I made sure to read it. Then one day, we were traveling together, I decided to make use of what I had learnt from the book. A hell-spawn appeared in front of us, dragged my master away, and made quick work of him. The flames emerging from his stomach took his soul straight to hell.

He should have never underestimated his glorious steed…


Word Count: 130

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Kira’s Sunday Scribbles Feb 10, 2019

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Roads