Three Line Tales, Week 143

Welcome to Week  of Three Line Tales.

three line tales, week 143: poles in a misty lake
photo by Ty Feague via Unsplash

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!

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Three Line Tales, Week 91

Welcome to Week 91 of Three Line Tales.

three line tales week 91: a raven at Stonehenge for Halloween
photo by Julien Laurent via Unsplash

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!

Three Line Tales, Week 39: Round-Up

photo by Shaun Holloway – click here for the bigger picture
Happy Hallowe’en!

Look at the lovely treats you served up this week:

See you for Week Forty!

Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Nine

Welcome to Week Thirty-Nine of Three Line Tales.

Apologies for the lack of a TLT Week 38 round-up – I was kinda on holiday and just didn’t get round to it.

photo by Shaun Holloway – click here for the bigger picture
photo by Shaun Holloway – click here for the bigger picture 

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • If you want your post to be included in the round-up, you have until Sunday evening to publish it.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!

A Cupcake’s Not the Same as a Cake

100 words about cupcakes (which aren't proper cakes)The giant roars in anger. He picks up the empty cake stand and throws it high in the air. On its return, it misses my baby niece by mere inches. My sister cries out in anguish. I know how she feels, but for another reason. I spent hours baking those cupcakes. It took the giant about three seconds to demolish them.

‘What is it with you people and cupcakes,’ the giant rages. ‘They barely fill the hole in my molar. Bake real cakes next time. Give me something to chew on.’

The giant stomps off, ranting on about proper cakes.

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Because today is Halloween, I decided against something spooky. I wrote this a while ago for Flash Frenzy, but I gave it a new title – it’s from Mae Martin’s Birthday Song.

Dressed to Kill

100 words about being dressed to kill vampires, werewolves and zombiesJaney sticks her head out to check for the prevalent conditions. She can’t afford to be caught in the wrong outfit. It’s getting harder by the day to predict which group she might encounter. Nights getting longer doesn’t help – blasted autumn equinox. The other day, she found herself out until sunset without adequate protection; it nearly cost her dearly.

The fog doesn’t help, either. Muffles sounds of shuffling feet. On the other hand, it’ll mask her scent.

In the end, Janey goes for full armour and weaponry. Will slow her down, but no matter what’s about today, she’ll kill it.

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Samantha’s invited me to join her cliché challenge. Dressed to kill jumped at me, but I may use one or two other clichés on the list.

Go on, have a look at those clichés  and join in!

Tim Loves Halloween

100 words about Halloween; 100 words about being lonelyTim loves Halloween. Not only does he guide minimum one tour per night, which means lots of money. His pulling success rate goes through the roof, too. On a misty night like tonight, he won’t go home alone.

Tim hates going home alone. None of the girls who drink spiced cider on his tab and listen to his stories he can’t tell in front of family audiences ever return for another tour.

It’s not the spirits wandering the killing fields in search of their souls that scare him. But spooky season is over soon and he fears the lonely nights.

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Thank you, Megan, for the prompts spooky, souls and spirits this week.