The Sky’s The Limit #3LineTales

three line tales, week 180: Patrouille de France in the sky

There was nothing like the thrill of flying and as Nick climbed into the cockpit of his Red Arrow plane, he tried to calm his excitement.

Today, all the hard work was going to pay off as they preformed at the festival, wowing the crowed below and turning the sky multi-coloured with the planes’ dyed smoke.

Nick took a deep breath and started the plane’s engine, the vibrations rushed through him, relighting the excitement, the voices of the other pilots came through his headset, everything was ready, they were clear for take off.

 

(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/07/11/three-line-tales-week-180/ with thanks).

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Port #WhatPegmanSaw

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They sat on the pebble shore, reflecting on what they had seen in the museum. It had been a shock to see the half section of the Mary Rose which their distant ancestor had sailed upon, looking so well persevered.

The wooden hull of the ship had dripped the protective water being sprayed a upon, making it easier to imagine the Mary Rose riding the sea waves.

They had seen items that their ancestor might have used on board and learned about the life he’d lead. They felt closer to him now then they did before.

 

(Inspired by; https://whatpegmansaw.com/2019/07/06/portsmouth-hampshire-uk/ with thanks).

 

 

Plug In #FridayFictioneers

Maggie stopped in the middle of the high street and stared at the new sculpture.

‘What’s it suppose to be?’

Bright red, blue and yellow cables with plugs reached to the sky as if a giant had just dropped it.

‘They call this art?’ Maggie scoffed, ‘what’s wrong with a nice naked man?’

She tugged her wheeled bag and shuffled off, still muttering to herself, ‘it’s all this technology rotting the brain. Makes you unable think for yourself. Well, not me! They’ll never get me…..’

 

(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/07/10/12-july-2019/ with thanks).

Last #CCC

He walked down the dirty road, the only sounds his movements and wind in the grass. He had been out hunting – if you could call it that. In his rucksack were rusty cans of vegetables, stewed meat and bottles of clear river water which he still had to boil before drinking.

Arriving back at the farm house, he checked on things – animals and crops good – then he sat at the worn table and ate a tin of peaches. He found them good but too sweet, still he savored them, knowing they could well be the last just like he was.

 

(Inspired by; https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/2019/07/10/crimsons-creative-challenge-35/ with thanks).

 

 

Flag #FridayFictioneers

They put the flag up. It must be a special day but time doesn’t work for me anymore and so I wasn’t sure. Sometimes, there are hints for special days; presents, lights, seasonal changes, mostly I guess. Today, was drawing a blank, so I went back to just floating around.

There’s no time on this side, no judging of the passing of things, it’s all just one. We all cycle around, waiting to start counting the time again, the passage of what always seems so important but really it’s just a raised flag.

 

(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/07/03/5-july-2019/ with thanks).

Postcard Story

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Dear family,

London is mad! It’s huge, so much to see and do. We’ve been around so many museums and shops that my feet are dead! My brain is overloaded right now. Uncle wasn’t wrong when he said we wouldn’t do everything in a week!

Tomorrow, we are off to see the Queen. Though Dee says we won’t really get to meet her, it’s just her house and stuff. But I’ve been practising my curtsy and manners anyway!

Hope the weather is nice back home and everyone is doing well!

Love, Twins.

A Jar Of Light

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The jar full of starlight lay on the beach, the sea waves gently lapping over it. I wondered were the jar had come from and how it had ended up in the sand.

I picked the jar up, at first worried that the stars might be hot but then surprised to find that the sea had cooled them.

The last of the setting sun reflected along the shore, golden light spilling and it me give the idea of what to do.

I unscrewed the lid of the jar and cast the stars free.

The sun set and the stars shone brightly above the sea, glad to be home.

Mystery Mail #CCC

The postman knew the house was empty because he had never delivered any letters there. So, it was a shock on Monday morning when he saw a letter with that address.

Frowning, he went up to the house and saw a metal box with mail written on the lid. He posted the letter through then looked around. There was no signs of anybody.

Weeks and months passed, the postman kept delivering letters but he never saw anybody. Perhaps, no one had moved in and someone was just using the address? Criminals? Lovers?

Whoever it was, was none of his business and he was just doing a job.

 

(Inspired by; https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/2019/06/19/crimsons-creative-challenge-32/ thanks).

Waiting #FridayFictioners

A female voice came over the speaks, ‘we regret to inform you that due to extreme weather conditions all flights have grounded.’

A loud groan rose from the thousands of people packed into the airport. Eyes went to the windows where outside hurricane force winds were lashing heavy rain against everything. Thunder rumbled and forked lightening light up the black sky.

‘I’d rather be here then up there,’ an old woman uttered.

A babies started crying, children began complaining, teenagers rolled their eyes and buried themselves back in their phones and the adults prepared for a nightmare of waiting.

 

(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/06/19/21-june-2019/ with thanks).

Boat Hole #CCC

They were all dead now.

I toss pebbles into the sea then at the boat. I make a game of trying to get stones through one of the many holes. The smaller the hole, the higher the points.

Boredom and tiredness kick in. I walk away towards the stream for a cooling drink and a wash. I cut down some coconuts, split them open and gnawed on the white insides.

I don’t want to be rescue. Being here’s the safest I’ve felt in a long time. If anybody did find me they wouldn’t understand.

I’m not myself anymore.

 

(Inspired by; https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/2019/06/12/crimsons-creative-challenge-31/ with thanks).