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Six Sentence Stories 4 – Fountain

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“They say, when you drink out of this fountain, you will never grow a day old again,” he gushes, breath hitching as the excitement of his discovery completely washes over him.

“Well, they’re not wrong,” she scoffs, clenching her fists to stop herself from dragging the mesmerized guy away from the deceptively inviting sparkle of the springwater; knowing she could never touch a hair on his body anyway.

The clueless dolt, deaf to the rest of the world, scoops a handful and sniffs it as though holding a bouquet of flowers, “Ah, immortality!”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she warns, tired of this routine by now; knowing that like her, they would always drink the water anyway.

She doesn’t take her eyes away this time when the guy starts to choke, and openly laughs her ghostly kind of laugh when the filmy form of the guy’s confused, yet ageless soul starts separating from the rest of him.

Death will be so pissed when he sees a dead body floating in his bathwater again.

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*Inspired by the prompt FOUNTAIN from the Six Sentence Stories weekly challenge on girlieontheedge.

Challenges · Fiction · Three-Line Tales

Three Line Tales 15 – Cabin

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“A cabin,” she gasps, pulses thrumming as her mind freezes on a thought. “In the woods…”

He takes her hand in his, trying to quell her presumed hesitation. “You got me. You’re safe.”

The trees do little to shield them from moonlight, but do well to mask his screams when she starts feasting on him a week into her unplanned, but perfectly timed hibernation.

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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 296 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

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Three Line Tales 14 – Booth

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She should’ve known things were about to go awry when the photo booth started to talk like it knew what it was talking about—

“Excuse me, I’m your what?!” she gasped, confusion quickly turning into panic, shooting right up into a slew of pained and horrified screams as the metal walls began to twist, to screech, to crunch.

“Aaah, feisty,” the photo booth trilled amidst the bloody ruckus of its late night dinner. “Bon appétit!”

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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 295 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

Challenges · Fiction · Six Sentence Story

Six Sentence Stories 3 – Island

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“How long has it been?” Sol asks, heavy-lidded eyes fixed on the night sky.

“Damn if I know, man,” Anders sighs beside him, sounding just as lazy.

The beach has gone quiet, the tides fortunately low. The stars have been winking at them—mocking them for what seems like eternity.

If he were a speck of light in the sky, looking down on two guys buried to their necks in the sand, in some private island off the coast of nowhere, all because their friends thought they needed time to talk without bolting out on each other, Sol would be laughing, too.

“When we get out of here, let’s find better friends,” Anders suggests, to which Sol just snorts as their hands, which have found each other’s grip underneath layers of sand, tighten around each other.

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*Inspired by the prompt ISLAND from the Six Sentence Stories weekly challenge on girlieontheedge.

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Three Line Tales 13 – Canal

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The place looks familiar, but it also feels rather strange that he remembers it without actually remembering it. He’s been here before, but can’t figure out why that matters enough to stop him in his tracks.

The groaning, shambling horde has since crossed the bridge, with only two of them tumbling off the edge into the water—the canal; and yet, here he still stands, chewing thoughtfully on a takeaway hand, drawing in a lungful of the now stale air as reminiscence of a surprise proposal trip he took with his girlfriend starts to spark life back into his undead mind.

He chokes on something and now has half the mind to spit it out into his gray palm. The diamond ring looks familiar, too; he wishes he could just forget again.

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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 294 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

Challenges · Weekend Writing Prompt

Weekend Writing Prompt #2 – Replace

prompt 127

spare parts make a whole
the tiniest gaps can deny completeness
a puzzle is never done with one piece missing
just as love will never be real when one heart is aching

an ache in the heart from a love that is never complete
as an entire wholeness shatters from a single bad fit
replace a piece in a puzzle and it starts aching
where gaps begin, spare logic goes missing

a piece completes a whole
simple love fits an aching gap
as tiny hearts spare the biggest love

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*Inspired by the prompt Replace from the Weekend Writing Prompt challenge @ sammiscribbles.

Challenges · Fiction · Three-Line Tales

Three Line Tales 12 – I Yam…

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The old man stood there, a hand pressed to his chin, and the look in his eyes so unnervingly focused that when he moved and finally approached, I shrieked and turned the other way.

He grabbed me by the arm, his grip surprisingly gentle, and asked if I was Olive’s kid. I replied with a slow nod and a quiet yes, wondering how he knew my mother.

“I can’t stands yer pops,” he grunted, then his face began to ease into a smile, wistful and affectionate, “But tell yer momma Popeye says hi.”

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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 193 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

Bite-sized Tales · Challenges · Fiction · Weekend Writing Prompt

Weekend Writing Prompt #1 – Haven

Here’s a new challenge I’m trying out hosted @ sammiscribbles


prompt 126


……her weary soul finds solace in
……..a corner of that old house
………void of the town’s petty grievances and
……….explosive tempers that ate away at her sanity
….when she was still alive.

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*Inspired by the prompt Haven from the Weekend Writing Prompt challenge @ sammiscribbles.

Challenges · Fiction · Three-Line Tales

Three Line Tales 11 – Lost

 

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“Peter, where are we?” Dorothy asks, cuddling her dog tighter. “This is neither Oz nor Kansas.”

“I don’t know.” Peter scratches his head, sending pixie-dust flying everywhere. “This sure ain’t Neverland, either.”

“Oh, stop whining, you two,” little Alice sighs, throwing away her cake. “I’m just glad everything’s the right size again.”

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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 192 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

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Bite-sized Tales 046-049

049_BuryMeHereInSix

Let my ashes rival the stars.

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*First appeared in Six-Word Memoirs®, sixwordmemoirs.com.
*Prompt Source: Six-Word Memoirs.

048_KidsTodayWillMissInSix

The genuine happiness of just living.

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*First appeared in Six-Word Memoirs®, sixwordmemoirs.com.
*Prompt Source: Six-Word Memoirs.

047_Hero

Wasted heroes d/evolve into villainous souls.

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*Prompt Source: Sweek.

046_Heat

Never-ending dry spells wilt lukewarm dreams.

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*Prompt Source: Sweek.