“Mini-Adventure” ThreeLineTales – Week 188

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!

Mini-Adventure

“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.

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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.


Tide: A Short Short Story

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.

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Wounded

Today I share with you four short stories, each in five sentences. Enjoy.

Truth-withholder

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.

Unfunny

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.

Rejected

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.

Punctured

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.

 

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Puncture

Insecure

There’s always some foolishness involved somewhere. No matter how good you’ve tried to be or how well you’ve tried to straighten your priorities, there’s always something.

For instance, I took an entire year to focus on me and my life’s work. No relationships for me. The last one gave the impression that he cared, but he wandered about his life aimlessly and, well, I was trying to steady my aim. The one before him was only meant for fun, but then he started to become affectionate. Then I learned, unwillingly, that he was lying to me about things I had not asked about. Before him, I was interested and so was he, but he wanted to take ownership of me though he’d go weeks without returning my calls.

I’d had enough! I was still on strike until the day He walked in. A few weeks later he said he loved me. It would be all well and good if his female roommate didn’t exist. Hey, at least he told me about her, right? 

I love how intimate our time is together. The laughs, the closeness is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. However, there’s a huge cloud that looms and I simply cannot. Cannot what?

He’s shared some of that intimacy with her at some point, I know. Do they still share it? The arrangement is for financial purposes, I know, but I. Just. Can. Not.

Regardless of how often he says it, I. Can. Not.

I wish I could believe him, but I. Can. Not.

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Doubt

Her Sacred Hideout

Her time was coming to a close once again. She placed her pen on the desk and closed her notebook. For a few precious moments and in a notebook page’s worth of carefully chosen words she released all of the cares of the previous weeks. The weight had been temporarily lifted until it was time for another ink fix. No matter how many times other humans expressed their love for her, nothing could top her sacred hideout in her notebook.

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Hideout