I got this prompt from 3LineTales. Here is the link to the original post https://only100words.xyz/2019/09/05/three-line-tales-week-188/. If you want to participate, I posted the instruction below. This is my first attempt at it. If you follow this blog, then you know that I like to try to tell stories in as few words as possible. I think I’ll try it again next week!
“This isn’t so bad,” she said aloud while attempting to not scream for dear life as the snake made itself comfortable around her neck.
“Okay, okay! I’m done!” she exclaimed, waiting impatiently for the man to remove the snake.
That was enough of trying new things for one day for her.
I forgot what it means to feel intimidated by the rising of what could swallow me whole. The view of it from a distance is so beautiful. I can’t swim. Yet here I am in front of it, waiting for it to take me in. I can’t swim, so there’s no better time to not drown than now.
This little monologue/narration goes hand in hand with my work in progress and was fueled by my overworked brain, Starbucks, and Amy Winehouse’s Back to Black Album. I hope you enjoy both the story and the music.Read More »
I looked you in your eyes and you seemed sincere. What I was in search of was there, but not for me alone. I purposely loved you, but now I must purposely leave. What could be, could be greater than anything heaven would have to offer and we’d be escalated beyond the stars’ highest peak. You love me, you say, and I more than lust you, yet we are too grounded to be escalated.
Today I share with you four short stories, each in five sentences. Enjoy.
He didn’t have to lie. She didn’t ask. He lied anyway. Now he would have to face her wrath, however it may manifest. Too bad.
Did he think it was funny to stand her up? Surely, it couldn’t have been a joke. She didn’t find it funny. Still, she’d continue to set up dates with him just to see if he’d show up. Eventually, she got tired and told her own joke.
How could she make him like her again? She’d made a fool of herself on more than one occasion trying to appease him. She couldn’t handle his rejection. So, she’d work her magic. And he would feel it.
There was a hole there now. She had opened it, but rejection and disappointment closed it. Betrayal ripped a hole in it. Who knew whether it was a good or bad thing to be open unintentionally. Both the heart and the ego had been torn.