Welcome to Week Twenty-Two of Three Line Tales.
You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
Happy three-lining!
a weekly flash fiction prompt inspired by google maps
Making shiny things from stuff you might throw away
Ramblings of a single lady in a coupled off world
"Oh! Take a shit, read a story" - My Mother on Flash Fiction
A blog of my new book project, an eightieth anniversary retracing of the famous 'crusade'; a protest march from Jarrow to London by unemployed workers in October 1936
Dublin's Oldest Newest Theatre
Poet / File
Anthology of Solarpunk and Eco-Speculation
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Indie Press and Online Flash Fiction Writing Community
My 100 Day Project. 100 Days, 100 Job Applications. At the end, if I'm not employed, I'm quitting.
Surviving job-searching and unemployment through strategic deployment of sarcasm and red wine
Author Aspiring
The Totally Unambitious Blog
A Haiku prompt/meme site
Modern-day fables in 100 words
Fiction, identity, and other beautiful illusions
Words on Words
Just my random thoughts and meanderings... I'll try to keep you entertained
COOKING ON A BOOTSTRAP & MORE
Bringing the real. Keeping the weird.
"One of the secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others." - Lewis Carroll
The scribbles of a wandering writer.
Interesting one with unusual possibilities! I like it! thank you!!
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My pleasure 🙂
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I like this image 🙂 Here is my attempt: https://angietrafford.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/tlt-these-boots/
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The next-door girl
She was that way from the get-go, you know; surly, self-assured, sloppy with a way of making you not care about all that.
Sometimes she’d plunk her butt down on a bench or a storage chest in the shop, dangle her feet, dare me to put aside whatever project I was working on and pay her some attention.
She was an anything but lace and flowers girl and I loved her for it.
http://www.engleson.ca
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The next-door girl
She was that way from the get-go, you know; surly, self-assured, sloppy, with a way of making you not care about all that.
Sometimes she’d plunk her butt down on a bench or a storage chest in the shop, dangle her feet, dare me to put aside whatever project I was working on and pay her some attention.
She was an anything but a lace and flowers girl and I loved her for it.
http://www.engleson.ca
Edited version…
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You painted a lovely picture of the girl here – nice work 🙂
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I had fun with this one!
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My 3LineTales: https://sightoflifejk.wordpress.com/2016/07/01/tapping-legs-kid/
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An interesting prompt, Sonya 🙂
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Loved this Sonya…
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Lovely to hear – welcome aboard 🙂
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Hercules After
My shoes are old,
but my muscles feel shiny and new.
Oh, blessed and aching labors!
C L Couch
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Love this!
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Lovely! Made me think of Dr. Seuss:
‘My shoe is off, my foot is cold.
I have a bird I like to hold.
My hat is old, my teeth are gold.
And now my story is all told.’
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