Birthday #3LineTales

three line tales, week 170: an unhappy birthday party

Gone were the birthdays of her childhood which had always been filled with excitement. Now, they were the same old parties with the ageing relatives and friends, the boring talks, the out of fashioned music and the too sweetly iced cake. She longed to be taken back in time, to remember birthdays were it was good to be another year older and not feel her age creeping upon her.

 

(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/05/02/three-line-tales-week-170/ with thanks).

 

 

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Querencia #AtoZChallenge #3LineTales

Querencia; a place from which ones strength is drawn, where on feels at home, the place where you are your most authentic self. 

The sea called to me. It flowed through my blood via generations of fishermen and sailors. The sounds of the waves, the salty air made me feel calm and reassured. I could draw strength from the sea, from the knowledge it was ever changing yet stayed familiar.

On stormy days, I would brave a walk on the sandstorm beach and watch the wind and rain whipping the high waves. I would shout into the storm, letting all my angry out.

On calm days, I would take my boat out  and just drift. Feeling at home and most like myself. I could be whoever I wanted to be out on the waves but most of the time I could just be me, without judgement, without a care.

 

(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/04/11/three-line-tales-week-167/ with thanks).

 

The Stealer #3LineTales

three line tales, week 162: people browsing a book stall

The weekend market was busy, the stalls weighed down with a range of goods from clothes to bric-bric, household items to a world of foods and people were everywhere, scrambling over the best deals that the sellers were yelling out like singers of heavy metal bands.

Adam, keeping his head down, went to a book stall and began looking through the titles, then with a glance to the occupied seller, he started slipping books into his padded jacket.

Walking away, Adam went start home, where he sat on his broken sofa and began reading one of the books.

 

(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/03/07/three-line-tales-week-162/ with thanks).

Punk #3LineTales

three line tales, week 160: protesters meet riot police

The big wigs said we couldn’t stand up, we were too small and not important but they were wrong because our belief was more then they could ever imagine.

Filling the streets, marching to the beat, demanding voices heard, we were seen as a disturbance, a trouble that needed to be controlled by the blues and yellows with their riot gear.

We didn’t want a fight, we the silent wanted to be come the spoken but emotions ran wild, battles broke out and we lost that day, however people heard our words and we shall come back stronger.

 

(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/02/21/three-line-tales-week-160/ with thanks).

 

 

Heart #3LineTales

three line tales, week 159: a little fellow dangling from a graffiti heart

Someone had painted on the side of Jeff’s house again but this time it was different; a figure holding a heart, perhaps they were flying or going to give the heart to someone?

Jeff strangely liked the drawing, it was better then the rude words and crude images that often appeared, the artist had wanted to put some kind of meaning across, even if Jeff didn’t get it.

He should wash over it, like all the other graffiti before but Jeff found himself unable, he wanted to know more and the only way to do that was to leave the drawing alone.

 

(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/02/14/three-line-tales-week-159/ with thanks).

Spike #3LineTales

three line tales, week 158: a border with a barbed wire fence

Holding my dog Spike’s collar, we both watched my husband, Adam, putting up the barbwire on top of the new chain link fence in the back garden.

Adam glanced down from his ladder at me and my mastiff, with a grumpy look that said he wasn’t happy for a number of reasons.

I  threw my arms around Spike into a tight hug and whispered, ‘this is the final straw, Spiky, you get out chasing cats, dogs and neighbours again, it’ll be dogs’ home for you and heaven knows what’ll happen then, promise to be a good boy from now on, okay?’

 

(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/02/07/three-line-tales-week-158/ with thanks).

Bobbin’ Robin #3LineTales

Three line tales, week 157: a robin in a snowy bird feeder

When snow fell, Davy put out extra food for the birds, he felt sorry they had to search bare tree branches and frozen ground. Today, the robin came and Davy enjoyed watching him hopping about and chasing other birds away. Davy thought; it’s the simple things in life that make it all worthwhile.    

(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/01/31/three-line-tales-week-157/ with thanks).

 

 

Catch A Star #3LineTales

three line tales, week 156: stars over the sea

Little Kim looked into the water of the lake and saw the starry night sky reflected on the dark water then turning to the old woman beside her, Kim said, ‘let’s catch the stars, Granny!’

Granny nodded and went back inside the house to collect some jars, then they scooped water up and afterwards Kim stared into the jars looking at the stars, saying ‘I’m going to keep them forever!’

‘But then no one else can enjoy them,’ Granny pointed out, ‘let’s release them and Granny will make you a special soft star that you can keep forever.’

 

(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/01/24/three-line-tales-week-156/ with thanks).

 

 

Under A Starry Sky #3LineTales

three line tales, week 155: an old truck in a ghost town

The night sky was awash with bright white dots of stars which shone down on an abandoned town nested in tall hills which helped to further block light pollution from the surrounding alive towns that were miles away.

This place, in Kenize’s and Brock’s opinions, was the best to see this formation of stars at this time of year, even though the abandoned town was eerie and Kenize was sure the other night, she had heard little girl singing and playing skipping rope.

With stars to concentrate on, there was no time for ghost hunting, but Kenize still couldn’t shake the feeling that they were not alone in the abandoned town, something was watching them work, something that wasn’t going to let them leave, ever.

 

(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/01/17/three-line-tales-week-155/ with thanks).

Siblings #3LineTales

three line tales, week 154: people skipping over stones in the water

Ghosts have been a normal part of my life since I was born but it’s a secret as no one else can understand and they’d think me crazy.

Sometimes, I try to help the ghosts to move on and other times I leave them be, as in the case of the brother and sister on the beach, who I think drowned, they refused to believe they were dead or needed help.

I felt sad leaving them as the setting sun turned the sea golden but there wasn’t much else I could do when they didn’t want to go.

 

(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/01/10/three-line-tales-week-154/ with thanks).