The Furnace: A 3LT

 

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The flames licked up through the sockets, dancing between teeth and flashing behind nostrils.
The rest had already burnt away; turned to ash in the intense furnace heat.
Finally, he was gone, she thought, but still… she didn’t trust the flames.

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This one took a fair few iterations… but here we are. Thanks to Sonya and to her prompt. My last 3LT can be seen here,  Tower White: A 3LT.

The Last Jellyfish: A 3LT and The Trooper: A 3LT, were also previous entries!

 

 

Tower White: A 3LT

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The stairs coiled round, cold, frictionless, making the ascent a harder task than they had ever predicted.

Tower White had been their destination for too long; they had celebrated when they’d reached its carved, crystal base.

Never once had they considered the climb.

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Well, would you look at that! Two Three Line Tale’s in two weeks… Two for two! Thanks to Sonya and to her prompt. My last 3LT can be seen here, The Last Jellyfish: A 3LT and the previous was The Trooper: A 3LT.

The Last Jellyfish: A 3LT

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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.

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Been awhile since I’ve took part in a Three Line tale, hopefully the sea water doesn’t add to the rust my writing skills are already gathering. Thanks to Sonya and to her prompt. I’d like to say the cliche “hopefully this is the start of me partaking more often“, but the proof will be in the doing! My last 3LT can be seen here, The Trooper: A 3LT.

At The End: A Monday Motivations

I cowered, hunched against the cold, metal corridors of the ships interior; my naked flesh shivering and frost-bitten by the lifeless surroundings.

From the screens I saw stars, entities I’d only witnessed from the confines of Earth, slip by us without a care and over the intercom I heard the laughter, His laughter, cruel and sharp like a scalpel edge.

How or why He’d brought me here, I did not know, and all He’d say between His awful, insane laughter was “I am you. I am your Future. We are at the End”.

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Finally! I’m back doing another prompt for Esther Newton’s Monday Motivations. I’ve been taking a bit of an unintentional break from prompts, but hopefully I’ll be back on it this week.

The themes for this week were: Laughter, Cold, The Future.

A big thank you for Esther for running these Monday Motivations and hopefully this is a sign that I’m going to be doing my other prompts too this week. If you want to see my previous entries, there is either Creation, The Musician or Gold & Misery!

The Juice Thief: Writespiration #5

 

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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.

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Seems today is the day for humorous stories? I started this one yesterday, had the idea, but not the execution. Still, I’m happy with it and it made me smile imaging it as I wrote. Another wonderful challenge posed by Sacha, in which we had to write a 52 word piece using only the prompt: Time, Stack, Juice, Pigeon.

The Trooper: A 3LT

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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 paint against the blank canvas, “I won’t have my decisions made for me!”

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I may have just finished listening to John Scalzi’s Redshirts (Narrated by Wil Wheaton) so that may have been having an impact on how I saw this picture… Once again, a big thanks to Sonya and to her prompt. I always enjoy these but I seem to have lost the rhythm recently and keep missing the prompts… Glad to catch this one though!

The Invited:A 3LT

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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.

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Always a lovely little exercise taking part in these 3LineTales. You can find the original prompt here and, once again, a special thanks to Sonya over at Only100Words!