What I see

Here is my entry for this week’s Three Line Tales

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Tick-tock,tick-tock, the clock screamed, cutting through the deafening silence of the night, it only made me more anxious as I waited patiently for the clock to strike midnight.

As soon as it did, I carefully sneaked out of my room, through the hall into the gardens, where he promised he would meet me and we would run away, to get married.

As I run towards him, he is just standing at the end of the corridor where the stone pillars end, waiting patiently for me, smiling, I run as fast as I can, because I Know what comes next, hands drag me back to the solitary room in the mental asylum, where they taunt me for waiting 10 years for him, where they call me crazy, but they don’t see him waiting there patiently every night, I do.

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Just once

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Here’s this weeks’ Three line tales

The world was at his feet however the big walls of his mansion became his dungeon as the silence began to scream and the loneliness began to haunt him.

That’s when he met the man who promised him the sole desire of his heart, to see her again if he smoked the magical powder, but with caution because if he used it more than once he might lose his mind.

The man smoked all at once, hoping to enter the paradise of insanity where all her saw was her, as her voice invited him further and further, he lost his senses as he began to sense her presence again after years.

 

What lay waiting

This week’s three lines tales entry

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The night had an eerie vibe, the sea was furiously splashing against the worn out rocks , the winds were howling, and David was shivering like a fallen leaf due to the cold night air or with fear, he couldn’t say.

He struggled on his way to the door and knocked only to be greeted by the prettiest woman he had ever seen – pale skin, red lips, rosy cheeks, wide charcoal black eyes and a look of innocence, unlike anything he had seen before.

He was dumbfounded but before he could ask for help or say anything, the stranger threw her arms around him and said ” I knew you’d be back! You promised you would come back!” as she dragged him inside to a room where every wall was adorned with paintings – of him.

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The beginning of forever

This week’s Three Line Tales  prompt and the tale –

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We met when we were little kids, just a couple of 5-year-olds, giggling, running around holding hands, finding momentary bliss in our sandcastles, building a tiny perfect world under our blanket forts, swinging together under the pale moonlight.

Today as I sit on that swing in your backyard again, watching the pretty flowers, the stark white chairs, waiting patiently for the event to begin, I remember the promise you made to love me forever when we were 18 and blush.

I hear footsteps approaching, dozens of friends and family pour in every year on this date, as I celebrate the day that was supposed to be our wedding day but instead became the day the war took you away from me,forever, by decorating the backyard just the way we had intended it to look.

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The deserted motel

Three line tales 

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A strong horrible smell of something rotten hits my nose, as I try to adjust my eyes to the darkness lit solely by the “SERVICE” sign at the front desk.

The night was stormy and this was the sole motel on the deserted road, but I regret entering as soon as I see two creepy red eyes staring at me from the darkness.

I take a step back and stumble, an icy cold hand grips me to prevent my fall, as I see his pale face inches away from me, “Welcome to Hotel Devil’s Lair, I hope you have a long, long, stay here” he whispers.

 

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Stuck in a loop

Here’s my entry for this week’s Three Line Tales

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I stood there looking into your charcoal eyes, as you took a half-reluctant step towards me, the leaf crumbled beneath your feet, I apprehensively took a step back.

You slowly but swiftly picked up something and shot an arrow right at me, sucking out my life force, before I could run, I wonder if you realised that it’s me and that we were destined to meet again in this lifetime, only for you to destroy me completely….again.

This time as a cruel hunter apathetic to the agony of a beautiful deer, in the previous life as an indifferent lover, impervious to my emotions.

 

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Prejudice

Here’s my entry for this week’s Three line tales, interesting and different photo prompt indeed!

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‘Ma! Look that man has weird hands” pointed the little boy, puzzled,since he was only used to seeing men dress crisply and dapperly, like his father.

As he ran down from his room upon hearing his mother’s screams that night, he saw her sitting coiled in a corner, the tattooed man holding her shoulder, his father lying unconscious on the floor.

Later in the courtroom, as the real story unfurled, he learned a lesson against prejudice the hard way.

 

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