Three Line Tale #21: No Foolery!

Why stare at me like that? No, this is no show of foolery! I'm an artiste, I feel happy filling your life with rainbows and dreams.... This post was written in response to Three Line Tales 243. I thank Sonya for hosting this challenge. The challenge was to write three lines inspired from the prompt.... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #20: A Plea

Oh no, little fox pup, don't try this with him, don't haggle with him, stay away! Your pain, terror reflected in your deep eyes on your shrunken little countenance, won't melt his heart. He's the same monster who put your mother to a big sleep, in a "merry" sport for his "recreation". This post was... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #19: Journey

Being very excited on exploring the beauty of Serenissima, with her love, Amanda waited for Dariel at the spot they had decided. She frantically gave eager glances at her watch, every minute or so. At once, the skipper from within the water taxi alighted asking her, "Ma'am are you waiting for me?", taking off his... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #18: Awakening

Yes dear Cory, in the same flea market, I took to pickpocketing, that being my first and the last time. "How did that happen, grandpa?", questioned little Cory. I slyly got my hands on a man's wallet, having a photograph, probably of his beloved and next something within me struck: I was not only stealing... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #17: Uncertainty

The three sisters stood backstage, waiting for their turn. Their hearts skipping beats after each performance, throats completely dried, void taken it's place in their bellies and minds full of uncertainties. Life's intentions were veiled as ever- Whether the day had come and they would finally fill their family's tummies or return home preparing for... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #16: Daredevil

He comes around, amidst the orange fields, with a sly smile veiled under his head gear. His dark visor, reflecting my dead past- the orange rutted track mixed with deep red. The present from justice- father's breaths locked forever and he's free, riding evermore recklessly. This post was written in response to Three Line Tales... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #15: Hide ‘N Seek

Only today, the Eazeee Wash Launderette had given the above advertisement in the Daily Express with the tag line- “When clothes come to life!” The five year old, Kara stared intently at this picture, only to air a spark in her tiny head. And now she knew exactly where to hide, when her mum comes… Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #14: Innocence

And she ran away from the rolling waters, which swallowed her little castle, guarded by her pet Teo. She exclaimed with a grimace, "That water ate away my castle", with a pause she continued, "No problem! I'll make a bigger one and decorate it with flowers this time!" Teo was baffled when she ended up... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #13: Therapeutic

As my game was drawing near to a close, he decided to fulfill all my dream-like wishes, to satiate my thirsty soul. He read through the list- "The Antelope Canyon...check, the Glowing Beach...check and here we are today, at the Lavender Fields." It was such a breathtaking scene, the sun showering all its warmth and... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #12: Found My Place!

'They' always said, "You won't be able to, cause passion is always crushed under the feet of duty." But today my ever awaiting eyes under this cap, gleam with bliss when the violin bow slides along these strings, winning their hearts. And that little heart beating it's march within, says, "I did it!", a retired... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #11: Musing

Every time he visited this place he thanked the old owner and he couldn't stop staring at this dull, monochrome wall. It brought back memories from his lost, poverty-stricken childhood, where he picked the leftover spray paints from the dumping ground and painted his black and white emotions on this wall, although the owner would... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #10: Karma

Quack, Quack! My master is such a bag of nuisance, he immerses his stinky body into this tub each day, making me sick as a dog, killing half my community and then he squishes me, God knows what sadistic pleasure he derives! But, I am extremely thankful to the just Karma, it will definitely hit... Continue Reading →

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