It was a writer’s retreat; a converted boat house on a large lake surrounded by inspiring and breathtaking landscapes.
(Inspired by; https://lindaghill.com/2018/08/29/one-liner-wednesday-settings/ with thanks.)
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Clouds
The sky changed from light to dark in a minute, banishing the calm evening. Slate grey clouds seemingly weighed down, drifted in and blocked everything. Lights flickered on but they were only dots against the approaching storm. There was a whisper against the windows as the first flakes fell. They melted on warm surfaces but collected on cold metal and ground. The clouds broke open, blinding all with a thick, fast flurry of snow which none could escape from.
Post It Note #40
The leaves were still falling and it was colder outside. Moulding pumpkins sat outside houses and I wondered why.
Apple #TwitteringTales
‘Eat the apple, child.’
‘Will it really work this time, step-mother?’
‘Do you want a prince?’
‘I’m having doubts….Isn’t there a better way?’
‘Not if you want true love.’
(Inspired from; https://katmyrman.com/2017/09/26/twittering-tale-51-26-september-2017/ with thanks)
Face #100WW
What appeared before me wasn’t what I had set out to do. Studying the piece of art -if it could be called that, I felt a chill along my back. It wasn’t my own work at all, yet I knew I had painted the green skull which looked more like a mask, onto the paper plate. I had a strange wanting to press it to my face….but I didn’t.
(Inspired from; https://bikurgurl.com/2017/09/20/100-word-wednesday-week-37/ with thanks).
Teeth #OneLinerWednesday
The dentist frowned down at his patient and sighing deeply said, ‘Mr Green, please stop gluing your teeth back in, it won’t help them stop chattering in the chilly weather!’
(Inspired from; https://lindaghill.com/2017/09/13/one-liner-wednesday-cheating/ with thanks).
Play A Little Tune
Bert’s blueberries were not doing so well this year. The too wet summer was the cause. He had been trying everything to make the blueberries happy as they were his biggest sellers and God knew he needed the money. Finally, he decided to take his violin and play for them though it broke his vow to never play again. As the first notes rang out, tears marked Bert’s cheeks. He played and played till he couldn’t anymore but the magic of the music seemed to work because the blueberries grew and became the best crop he had ever had.
(Inspired by; https://carrotranch.com/2017/08/11/august-10-flash-fiction-challenge-2/ with thanks)
Spy
Rumours that the stranger was a spy grew quickly but actually he turned out to be a friendly and well-natured hobbyist with a love of aircraft.
Storm
It was the worse storm anyone had ever seen. Hurricane winds tore up everything. The rain raged down like an angry heavy metal drummer. Flash floods turned the streets into rivers, sweeping away what the wind had been unable to move. The sea swelled and roared as if Poseidon himself was raising upwards towards the sky. The thunder and lightening clapped together making the very clouds shake, perhaps Zeus was fighting to keep Poseidon down. Whatever was happening, People were sure the Apocalypse had just arrived.
Piano
‘There wasn’t a piano in the one they sent me too!’
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