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Three Line Tales 10 – Wall

Week 185
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The slab of stone has been touted as the greatest archaeological find of his generation.

Sure, Fru finds the markings on it especially fascinating, showing what could well be the oldest writing system known to date. Some over-thinkers and creative minds have even suggested the possibility of a secret message–a prophecy, a warning–hidden behind the squiggles and shapes of black, white and green, framed by a broken layer of ancient glass, too thick and too solid to be of any use today.

Half the world is already neck-deep in unraveling the mysteries of this latest historical enigma. And Fru’s just here wondering why their ancestors, who lived in a supposedly advanced society some 100,00 years ago, were still writing on walls.

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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 185 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

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Three Line Tales 9 – Paved

Week 184
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The path is paved in rainbow colors, the symbol of hope. At one end of which stands a pale blue structure– pristine and untouched by the devastation that swept through the rest of what was once a lively town. The Girl takes one last look at it and for the first time sees it for what it really is–four walls and a roof.

Turning on legs already wobbled by the plague that killed her community, she catches sight of a faint dash of rainbow in the sky. No pot of gold or empty promises of eternal salvation at the end of it. Just plain hope for another day.

The Girl smiles and shuffles towards it.

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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 184 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

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Three Line Tales 8 – End Times

Week 183
photo by Marcus Wallis via Unsplash

“And there goes another earth,” Lucifer sighs, leaning on the viewing deck. “That old man needs a new hobby.”

“You don’t say,” Gabriel smirks, already getting ideas. Beside him, Michael lets out a howl to rival the crash and clatter of the apocalyptic storm, as though fully convinced he’s the one causing it.

It is, however, Baby Jesus who capsizes humankind’s wooden boat, innocently mistaking it for a toy.

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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 183 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.