Three Line Tales week 42 – Writer’s blocks

This weeks three line tales. As usual, the prompt and rules can be found on only 100 words here

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I can almost see the story forming in front of me.

Yet there are these pillars of self doubt, unyielding, labyrinthine and severe, preventing it coming into view.

These writer’s blocks were an unexpected challenge but I will find my path through the maze, by cunning or brute force, and it will be overcome.

Three Line Tales -Week 41 – House Viewing

The photo prompt and rules can be found here as always. This one actually came out bang on 100 words as well so also a drabble.

Edit: just incase people are unfamiliar with parma violets they are these

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The townhouse stood out amid the greying buildings that gave it a character that the woman thought was charming but made her husband feel like he was inside a pack of parma violets.

The rooms were uniformly box shaped and a varying assault of pastles, bleach white and the dreaded magnolia with an assortment of petite but fine antique furniture.

When the couple realised this was not the house for them they found that the house had chosen them anyway, stepping not back on to the street but a polished mahogany table as the stiffened and took on plastic sheen.

Three Line Tales Week 40 – All That Remains

So I have been away from the journal for awhile and this is first one of these I’ve done in ages (35 weeks ago it seems – eep!)

The challenge is set on only 100 words and the rules and the photo prompt can be found here as well as links to other entries.

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Black, cold, silence was all that surrounded him now.

A moment of peace before stepping out into the unknown beyond the shadow.

A light, a soul and a journey from here to a world of freedom were the only things left that were real.

Three line tales week 5 Libraries of the Mind

This weeks prompt and rules can be found here

Every moment of my life, and of those I have shared it with, is its own story.

Each of these tales, some as short as just three lines or as long as novel or epic saga, fill the bookshelves of my mind to overfollowing.

I wander these corridors studying the dusty tomes that I have not read in some  time as well as the worn covers and well turned pages of those I almost never put down and wonder which tales I shall remember today.

Three Line Tales week 4

The challenge rules and prompt photo can be found here

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A bright day, in a new city.

It should be exciting and vibrant but being alone on unfamilar streets edges it with uncertainty and fear.

Then the rainbow appears to mark this new beginning and it feels like it is there just for me, I am not alone anymore.

 

Three Line Tales

The original post with the rules and prompt picture are here if you want to join in! BONUS! This actually inspired me to write something based in my Exarch setting I started last year.

Edit: slight tweek to the end.

Night Flight

The Athena had said her goodbyes early that day and told them she had a night flight to catch, a clever lie to her mind, as she would to travel to one of the big cities no one would think of it taking all day to get there.

Now she walked the flats outside town drinking in the twilight as it pooled about her like a veil, letting her human geise fall away as her silver-white wings unfurled from her back and a flame ĺike the setting sun burned in her eyes and danced a pale light across her skin.

The Artemis was already waiting for her, golden-bronze wings glinting in the dying light and they took to the skies to their next target for their search had been fruitless here and her contacts had known nothing.

 

Three line tales challenge

Seen this on only 100 words blog Here and thought I’d give it go

 

They say strange things lie beyond the bridge.

Secrets, wonders, monsters, dreams and adventures.

The first step on the planks was just the start of her tale.