One bright light beneath the waves, piercing the crests, a star in a blank sky. Within the currents, her fluorescent tentacles wind and curl; vortexes left in their wake. The last jellyfish yearns for adventure. ***** Been awhile since I've took part in a Three Line tale, hopefully the sea water doesn't add to the …
Category: Flash Fiction
The Hiding Place: A Monday Motivations
Behind the fireplace in the drawing room, once you’d moved the book case slightly to the side, lay her safe space, her sanctuary; a place where the rest of the world just didn’t exist. It served her those nights when her siblings were squabbling, when her mother had been drinking, or when her father was …
The Switch: #Writespiration #12
The Switch pulsated; bright, rainbow light breaking into the pitch black room. Everything about it was as exciting as it was mysterious. Still, some part of her resonated with it, as though her life had lead her to this moment, and, deep down she somehow knew that it had to be pressed. ***** This prompt …
The Juice Thief: Writespiration #5
The odds were stacked against him. He knew the patterns, the signs, and, when it was time, he spread his wings and fell; dive-bombing downward. Moments later, the stall owner returned to find his jug was no longer full of his famous grape juice, but full of a wobbly, hiccuping pigeon instead. ***** Seems today …
The Trooper: A 3LT
He looked at himself in the mirror beside the easel and sighed; his visor steaming up in front of his eyes. Maybe he wasn’t cut out to be a painter? Maybe there was a reason he’d been designed as a Stormtrooper™ and that was all he was meant to be? “Fuck it!" he shouted, splattering …
The Musician: A Monday Motivations Flash Fiction
Beyond those crimson curtain the fans shouted and screamed, calling for an encore to the encore, but he smiled, content with his performance and made his way to his car; shedding his costume like a second skin. Front of house, he waited patiently, engine on, and watched as the streams of boisterous teenagers left the …
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Century: Writespiration #4
He blinked. “How long have I been asleep?” he asked, his voice croaking and previously unused. “Exactly one century” answered a voice with practiced calm. He took a moment to process the news. “Then, my friends… my family… they’re all…” He was met with a solemn nod. Tears broke his eyes. ***** Many thanks to …
The Lost Things: Writespiration #3
She’d fallen from the log and onto the mossy mound; spilling spores into clouds all around her. Suddenly, as though fragments of the undergrowth came to life, leaf-masked creatures surrounded her fallen form. They began to examine her curiously; stick think appendages poking and prodding. This was who she’d been looking for. ***** 52 Words. …
Gold & Misery: A Monday Motivations Flash Fiction
The incalculable wealth of the room was evident from a first glace; thousands upon thousands of gold coins and gilded relics stacked and scattered in chaotic heaps. Upon these precarious heaps, with scaled eyes closed to the stale cavern air, the dragon slept as he had for eons now. He was alone, the last of …
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The Invited:A 3LT
She laid the dining table out once again; the exact same way she did every time. The finest of flowers, the most priceless of decorations and, of course, a place for everyone. Maybe Today they’d actually come. ***** Always a lovely little exercise taking part in these 3LineTales. You can find the original prompt here and, once …
