Three Line Tales, Week 193

three line tales, week 193: a man beside a map of New York

photo by Tony Wang via Unsplash

The stories he would tell would have been enthralling, if anyone bothered to ask him.

How he arrived this place, how he was trapped here, how he was patiently waiting while his people worked hard to bring him back and how different his home was – of the exotic animals and fantastic inventions.

Too bad everyone thought he was a lunatic when he claimed he arrived here in a scientific experiment from a parallel universe 500 years ago.

They are out there…somewhere…LOL

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

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.

Happy three-lining!

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 193

Weekend Writing Prompt #126 – Haven

cottages in the middle of beach

Photo by Julius Silver on

The Community

Their children and grandchildren did not know the value of peace; they knew not the price of war. How ironic that the haven they live in was bought by bloodshed and violence.

(32 words)

Only those who fought would truly appreciate, I guess. I notice the plethora of “action” movies that sensationalise and glorify war or large scale fighting and I could not help but wonder – do we really want violence that much?

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

  • your poem / prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
  • the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

Prompt: Weekend Writing Prompt #126 – Haven

Kreative Kue 229


The Procession

She was definitely not impressed by this show of royalty, yet she was obliged to honour the tradition. With her butler in the usual place behind her and the coachman clucking at the horses, the heir to the royal throne began her procession.

But the entire affair was met with solemn silence; the ceremony was merely a distraction from the recent catastrophic event which claimed an alarming number of death, both in armed forces and commoners alike. Instead of distracting everyone within the walled city, the naming of the heir only served to highlight the royal family’s desperation to keep up with the normalcy of their lives.

With every clip-clop of the horses’ hooves, everyone wondered how long their lives could continue.

After all, winter was coming and the rotting cloves of garlic could not keep the vampires out of their walls forever.

Yet another vampiric tale. I seem to have an obscene fascination with these reanimated bloodsuckers…

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

On to this week’s challenge: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Prompt: Kreative Kue 229

100 Word Wednesday: Week 137

Image by Cyranny

Four Guardian Beasts

The drought turned what was once green brown, then nothing.

The boy grew distraught. What was to become of his family?

Naively, he dug a well under the sun. Still, no water. The boy collapsed onto the cracked ground.

“Azure Dragon God of the East is no more. Rain would not come. Would you sacrifice your love for your family to bring rain to everyone on this land?”

Yes, he thought. Yes.

Black Tortoise of the North carried the boy to the Eastern Sea to become the next Azure Dragon God.

Rain came for everyone on this land once more.

(100 words)

Just my perspective, loosely based on Chinese mythology and Daoism.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

How to participate? A few guidelines as we begin….

  1. Simply check my feed, or search the reader, for the 100WW or tag #100WW, post each Wednesday. I’ll also be posting on my InstagramTwitter, and Facebook Feeds.
  2. Write your submission on your blog, Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook Feed and ping back to the weekly blog post. Feel free to use the image provided or your own. Please do credit the artist whose image we use — Links provided.
  3. I have not enabled automatic pingbacks due to a plethora of spam messages attempting to link up. Do feel free to also continue posting your links and I will enable your pingbacks as I check my blog. Thank you for understanding!!
  4. I’ll provide a Weekly Summary, or Windup, of posts on or by Tuesday; take the opportunity to read and comment on your fellow bloggers posts {keeping in mind to give each other grace and space}. I try to read them all and post your submission in the Weekly Windup.
  5. Have fun! I enjoy reading your challenge submissions!

Prompt: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 137

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #44


Life of a Train Driver

Trains have been romantically linked to freedom and everyone was envious of his job. He was envious of his job too – it was exciting in the first few years, travelling to faraway towns and meeting new people.

Twenty years later, it was still exciting.

But no one was aware of the sacrifices – the long train journeys meant hours away from his family. His three children were fourteen, eleven and nine, but he had celebrated only two of the birthdays; he also never had the chance to celebrate his wife’s birthday or their wedding anniversaries.

So whenever the train pulled in at the station near his hometown, he got excited as the waving figures of his family at the platform got larger; their reunion only lasted a few minutes before he had to hop onto the train again.

That was also what made them cherish each other.

(148 words)

Long distance travel in the past definitely has a very different meaning from modern day travelling. And I have seen a documentary about how even in modern day context, driving a long distance train is still as tough because of the hours away from family and friends.

We only tend to see the romantic side of things, often unaware of the more practical side. Of the sacrifices and of the loneliness.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

  • An answering photo
  • A cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.

Prompt: Crimson’s Creative Challenge #44

Inspiration Call: Talking Walls

Photo credit: ©

This house is not always derelict and the walls are not always dirty.

As unbelievable as it seems, this was once a beautiful home to a great family, a family which contributed to many aspects of human progress. Philosophy, fine arts, medicine, ethics, architecture, business, music, they had a hand in many of these fields. They amassed a fortune that transformed envious people into jealous demons.

Huge trees experience stronger winds.

Unjust accusations and false charges began. Even lies become truth when they are repeated long enough and confident enough. Unjust accusations become facts and false charges become crimes – the great family was brought low and the reward for their contributions was an unfair trial without their presence.

And here, in this room, was once a little girl who sat in her father’s lap, listening attentively to the great tales of their noble family while her mother combed her hair. She knew she should be afraid as the mob neared their house. They had armed themselves with pitchforks, shovels and various farming tools and were holding torches aloft.

All these are forgotten. But the walls remember.

The story of the little girl and her parents.

Just a little dark story.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Inspiration Call: What story would the walls in this building tell if they could speak? Tell us the story.

Publishing opportunity details for this writing prompt can be found at Open Publishing Projects.

Prompt: Inspiration Call: Talking Walls

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles


“You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be.”
– Secret Garden, You Raise Me Up

She was willing to give everything for her children to have a better life than her.

Over the years, she took care of her children, physically, mentally or morally. She was kind and loving, just as she was strict and demanding; she would cook her children’s favourite food, just as she would encourage them not to be picky about their meals; she would care for her sick children, just as she would brush their minor injuries off; she would scold her children for misbehaviour, just as she would reason with them for immature wrongdoings.

Her children were her priority.

They climbed onto the back of her experiences and wisdom to avoid most traps in life. From a major authoritative figure in their childhood days, she became a best friend in their adult lives whom they felt comfortable confiding to.

But she is getting on in years and actions which seem easy in the past are straining her. Her children are now busy adulting and she has more free time to herself. They are soaring in the clouds because of her sacrifice.

She looks up to the clouds – it is time for her to do what she wants to do, not what she needs to do.

It is time for her to soar in the clouds too.

A tribute to parental figures. We are so used to seeing our parents as parents that we forgot, sometimes, they want their parents too.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to Kira’s weekly inspirational art piece.

Let the whole picture tell you a story, or dive into the small intricate details to make one up! Write a poem, a fiction piece or come up with a picture or drawing of your own, that you feel relates to it.

Feel free to copy Kira’s drawing, to add it to your own post!

Anything goes, there are no rules. But don’t forget to link us to your post with a pingback. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here.

Prompt: Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #26


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When the two old roommates saw their Uber coasting toward them, they got up to flag it down.

“Ugh, I’m glad we quit drinking. Otherwise we’ll be puking all over the cab,” @n+h0ny started.

“So what if we didn’t quit drinking? This is the latest Uber cab that has automated cleaning services, complete with refreshing and cleansing abilities. It wouldn’t have mattered even if we puked,” N:9e1 replied. “It will simply clean up everything and we even have time for a smoke before we reach our place.”

“But I do miss the taste of beer and alcohol. And the smokes, of course,” @n+h0ny said wistfully as they loaded themselves into cab.

“Well, you gain some, you lose some. I mean, we could be dead 500 years ago,” N:9e1 countered. “Uploading our consciousness into this latest GT-2000 models and living to see all this – ” he waved at their surroundings. “worth it!”

“Yes, worth it!” @n+h0ny agreed and they laughed as the driverless Uber beamed to their private planet two galaxies away in less than 7 minutes.

(177 words)

Hmm, I must say, this is my first time trying my hand at a sci-fi genre. It’s not as easy as it looks, and I did not even go into details. I don’t know how sci-fi writers, or fantasy writers, craft a completely alien yet recognisable world. Salute.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.

Prompt: Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #26


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The Best-Laid Schemes

Not all hot air balloons fly.

Some drift and others float. Ours died and the pilot, together with his crew, is desperately resuscitating it. The envelope rises and falls to the rhythm of our bored breathes as the crew members blow, ironically, cold air into it with the fan before they turn on the propane burners. Another crew member is circling the balloon like a patrol soldier – not knowing what to look for but pretending to look busy to avoid a scolding from his commanding officer.

The weather looks good; the prognosis does not.

“Oh, how can this happen?” my wife cries and stamps her feet. “We should be up there hours ago, enjoying the sight!”

“M’am, I’m sorry but we are trying our best -” the pilot starts.

“Well, your best is not enough! Try harder!” my wife yells back.

I shake my head in resignation. I could have told him it is pointless to explain; she is used to getting her way.

She turns to me. “This is so unfair!”

I nod. It is very unfair indeed, God. I was looking forward to going up there in the balloon and pushing her off.

(196 words)

I have no idea where this story comes from. I started with the sentence “Not all hot air balloons fly.” without an idea what I want to write next. I thought about going all philosophical but decided against it halfway. Before I knew it, this darkly humorous story completed itself in front of me and I wondered “Why not?”

I would have probably made a very good murderer if people leave me alone long enough…

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below,

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner is a weekly writing challenge designed for both the flash fiction newbie and the more experienced writer. It is the desire of this challenge to allow writers the opportunity to clear the cobwebs from a more tedious and involved project. Becoming a part of a new and growing writer’s community might be just what the doctor ordered to rejuvenate your writing juices.

The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning.

Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)

The Six Easy Guidelines

  1. A photo prompt topic is to be used as your ‘muse’. They will arrive promptly at midnight each Wednesday morning.
  2. Include the photo prompt and its credits with your story on your blog.
  3. All stories are to be crafted and honed to under 200 words in length.
  4. Each flash fiction piece should have a clear beginning, middle, and end. No serial stories. It is harder to stay abreast of a serial story. (Please keep content PG-13.)
  5. Once you have your post complete, create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. If that is not an option for you, add your post’s link in the comments section.


Crimson’s Creative Challenge #39


Territorial Chains

“Now children, how many times must I tell you not to go near the chains? It marked the boundary between us and what is dangerous,” their mother chided them.

“But what’s so dangerous?” one of the triplets piped. “They look harmless!”

“Oh listen to me,” his mother smacked his head. “They only look harmless. But they’re dangerous! They’re intelligent, cunning and manipulative; they make it seem all our fault so they’re justified to kill us!”

“Why are they justified to kill us when they come into our homes?” another triplet asked.

His head got smacked too.

“Haven’t you heard what I said? They’re very manipulative. They can make us out to be bloodthirsty killers even when they come swimming into our homes!” their mother scolded them again. “Now let’s swim deeper so they have trouble finding us.”

The mother shark led her three baby sharks deep into the ocean.

(149 words)

It’s a silly story and it took me a long time to write, but all in all, I really enjoyed writing this.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

  • An answering photo
  • A cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Prompt: Crimson’s Creative Challenge #39