War Dragon: A 3LT

Dead. Finally, it was dead. Her breathing heavy, her body coated in a vile mixture of bile and blood, she slumped against the corpse of the War Dragon. The reptiles body would remain here forever, its skeleton too big for mortal hands to move, but, at long last, its reign was over; it would bring …

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The Furnace: A 3LT

  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. ***** This one took a fair few iterations... but here we are. Thanks to Sonya and …

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Tower White: A 3LT

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. ***** Well, would you look at that! Two Three Line Tale's in …

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The Last Jellyfish: A 3LT

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 …

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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 …

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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 …

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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 …

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