They frowned, looked askance at me, and then spat the word out, turning away. “Weirdo!” My eyes widened and sparkled, the corners of my mouth turning upward. For Three Line Tales – week 304. きみ、変わってるよ。一番の褒め言葉だね。ありがとう。 Continue reading best compliment
I enter a gigantic, circular room and am surrounded by books.Walkways and a spiral staircase connect the shelves along the curved wall and disappear into the darkness above.I walk towards the tightly lined spines of books, my heart racing, lift my hand, and touch… For Friday Fictioneers – 8 October 2021 and Three Line Tales – week297. Continue reading virtual reality
Some give thumb-downs saying she is hideous and fake, and others call her beautiful and tap likes and hearts.Her followers see mirror-shot photos, in which her face remains hidden behind a smartphone, and regard her with her pseudonym.“I am. I am. I am…” she murmurs, and a bolt of lightning flashes. For Three Line Tales – week 295. Continue reading anonymous
Maneuvering around the dead and debris, I trudge along with other survivors; everyone is silent, bloodshot eyes are vacant. Cars that carry officials in uniforms speed by, enclosing us in the dust of confusion.Soon, the reconstruction will begin. For Three Line Tales – Week 288. Continue reading aftermath
Nothing exciting or engaging happens to her. She won’t change, evolve, or transform. Nobody writes a story about her. For Three Line Tales week 274. Continue reading featured
A monster tramped in the falling snow, growling and devouring everything in its path, wiping out the reminders of civilization and leaving rubble and grime before returning to the sea. Familiar scenes vanished and became memories, tears were shed until no more, and resilience was imposed to persevere. Today, the sea is calm while, on the shore, a different type of varmint rages on, and … Continue reading ten years later
“I’ll wait for you till you return,” she said. Everything was postponed, and I went off to fight. We never found a cure for the disease, and I heard it reached her shore. For Three Line Tales 236. photo by V Hui Continue reading aloha ‘oe
She leans in to scrutinize the stranger. The blotchy haggard face with narrowed eyes, scraggly salt-and-pepper hair barely covering the dry scalp, and skeletal contour. I hope I won’t look like that when I get old, she touches the hollow cheek in the mirror with her wrinkled hand. For Three Line Tales, Week 224. photo by Nick Fewings via Unsplash Continue reading tempus fugit
She looked at her cracked fingertips as the dry, cold air rustled around her, and her warm breath melted the frost. She had lost everything, almost everything, her life turning upside down. The faint light shimmered in the frigid, and she trod on, leaving her footprints in the fresh snow. Three challenges in one! Written for Friday Fictioneers – 13 December 2019, Flash … Continue reading downfall
“There is Santa Claus!” “No, there isn’t!” “Who cares, I got my toy.” For Three Line Tales – Week 201. Continue reading simple innocence
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