Three Line Tales, Week 212

three line tales, week 212: a mermaid sitting on a rock in the ocean during golden hour

photo by Jeremy Bishop via Unsplash

Many mistake her as a mermaid sitting on the rock and enjoying the sun or a siren singing to lure ships to its demise – aye, that is what sailors in olden days would claim.

But her kind is far older than that old silly legend men would tell to unsuspecting listeners.

She is a woman.


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 212

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

nuclear power plant

Photo by Markus Distelrath on Pexels.com

The council convinced the people that the power plant was for the benefit of the town, generating enough for everyone and a ridiculously low price.

Everyone thought it was for the best so they voted for the construction of the power plant.

When the power plant was ready, everyone rejoiced because it did the job the council promised.

It was not until the plants surrounding the plant gradually receded – fading from green to brown to finally black – that the townspeople realised something was wrong.

Still, the council assured the townspeople that the plant was working fine.

By the time everyone discovered something was indeed wrong, it was too late – the plant exploded, killing plants and people indiscriminately.


If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories! At 2:00 am on March 8, 2020, a mere 28 days from now we welcome daylight savings time! It is, for many, the most looked forward time of year. I can feel it already – energy, as it bubbles its way to simmer with each additional minute added to the days. Soon the heavy blanket of winter will get pulled back. And what will we do with this energy? Well, first thing, is write a Six Sentence Story, right?! 😀 Please join us this coming Thursday for another round of Six Sentence Stories. Have a wonderful week, everyone! Write often, write well, write when it suits you…just write.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD:  PLANT

Prompt: Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #66

People had a habit of corrupting cautionary tales into superstitions.

Trim your nails at night and you will never see your parents again. Or open an umbrella indoors and you will release a stray ghost in your house.

Naturally, everyone thought that Pandora’s Box was just a myth to explain the evil in the world – everyone was wrong on three details. First, Pandora’s Box was not a box but rather, a small castle with an even smaller arc gate; second, it contained Evil but Evil did not escape the moment the gate was open; third, the spirits which escaped were meant to fight off whoever disturbed Pandora’s Box to discourage entrance and to guard intruders from unspeakable horrors.

So when Sir Knight opened the gate and vanquished the spirits, he triumphantly entered the castle to claim his prize.

Only he never emerged after his expedition into the castle.


If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

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)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.

Prompt: Crimson’s Creative Challenge #66

Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #24 – February 8, 2020

abstract art black background blur

Photo by Oleg Magni on Pexels.com

flickering lights, no witnesses – horror awaits


If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to Week #24 of the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt. Click here to read the guidelines for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt series.

Prompt for Week #24 (February 8, 2020 – February 14, 2020)

Night

Click here for the 6WSP image.

I will do a roundup post each Friday. So please be sure to participate before time runs out!

I can’t wait to read your stories. 😀 I hope that you’ll be back for next week’s Six Word Story Prompt. 🙂

Prompt: Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #24 – February 8, 2020

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #65

CCC#65

Dylan could scarcely believe his eyes – sure, the owl had metamorphosed into part of the stone roof, but he could recognise it anywhere; the owl had been following him. He would travel for hours during the day, only for the owl to appear before him the next day. Somehow, it must have followed him during the night.

Irrationally, Dylan wanted to pick up something, anything, to destroy the owl. He was in public though, and he was sure it would not deter them; they would simply send another one.

When his father suddenly disappeared, his mother sat him down gently to explain that their family was very special. All the male descendants in their family had been chosen to complete the task which would consume them for the rest of their lives.

Dylan resigned himself to his fate – he had been called upon to fulfill his duty.


If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

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 #65

Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #23 – February 1, 2020

white mug on red background

Photo by Stas Knop on Pexels.com

coffee makes life great; sugar, better!


If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to Week #23 of the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt. Click here to read the guidelines for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt series.

Prompt for Week #23 (February 1, 2020 – February 2, 2020)

Sugar

Click here for the 6WSP image.

I will do a roundup post each Friday. So please be sure to participate before time runs out!

I can’t wait to read your stories. 😀 I hope that you’ll be back for next week’s Six Word Story Prompt. 🙂

Have fun! Thank you for participating. Until next week, folks!

Prompt: Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #23 – February 1, 2020

Friday, 5 lines or less…

tarot-4579147_1920

Image by Céline Martin from Pixabay 

society demands he bow to destiny –
he knows what awaits him
but he does not resign himself to it
for he knows that is
ONE possibility


If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Using the word destiny
Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less
Link back to this post

If you are on WordPress this will create a pingback.
If you are not on WordPress put a link to your post in the comments.
You can also post your story or poem in the comments.

Prompt: Friday, 5 lines or less…

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #64

CCC#64

“We are going to die!” They screamed when the structure came down. Then the second one, the third one, until six structures appeared.

But they did not.

The worst part, however, was the constant pounding. For days on end, there was non-stop pounding. Dust flew and the earth turned. They scurried around even as they tried to maintain a semblance of normal life.

When it was all done, their home was surrounded by the structures. They were trapped!

As one unit though, they had already formed a contingency plan; they had started shifting their home.

The ants were resilient in that manner.

(102 words)


If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

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)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.

Prompt: Crimson’s Creative Challenge #64

Charon

Photo by Daria Shevtsova from Pexels

“Neither the ferryman [Kharon (Charon)] nor the comrade [the Hydra] of the cruel beast [Kerberos (Cerberus)] bars the way [to the Underworld] to innocent souls.” —Statius, Silvae 2. 1. 228 ff

As usual, the woman went up to the edge of the cliff and looked out into the sea.

“I’ll be back soon,” her husband had promised. “One last trip and we’ll have enough to open that bakery you always dreamt of.” He laid his hand on her belly bump. “This little one won’t have to worry about money like we did.”

She smiled and laid her hand on top of his as they caressed her belly bump together in anticipation of their baby’s arrival.

That was five months ago.

He was supposed to be back after three months. He promised. So for the past two months, she had been climbing up that cliff behind their village and staring into the horizon, awaiting her lover’s return. Even when she grew bigger and her movements became awkward, she persevered.

While she was looking out into the sea for the ship her husband was on, she overlooked her village’s kindness; a message arrived one month after her husband had left - the ship he had boarded sank.

There were no survivors.

The villagers held council - worried that she would not accept such a blow given her condition, they told her that the day she heard the horn of the ship was the day her husband would return. They gave her a ghostly hope and kept the nightmare at bay. They decided to take care of her on her husband’s behalf - the kindness of the close-knit community.

They kept the secret and she kept watch for a ship which would never return.
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and months, years. The woman carried the baby for as long as it would stay under her heart, then in her arms after she gave birth to a healthy girl.

Both the mother and daughter kept vigil on the cliff. Still, the promised ship did not appear. And this continued until the daughter was nine years of age. One day, they stopped climbing the cliff; instead, the woman went around the village, buying dried goods and provisions.

Everyone in the village was puzzled but no one said a thing. They continued to keep the secret. “Maybe she’s finally moved on,” everyone thought. It took one nosey fishwife to find out the woman’s business.

“She said she saw the ship! And her husband rowed out in a boat to meet her!” the fishwife revealed. “She even said he is bringing her on a voyage tonight!”

The villagers heard a ghostly horn of a ship and rushed to her cottage immediately. But they were too late; she was already gone.

Only her daughter remained.

“Ma went on a trip with Pa,” the daughter explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “They said I’m too young to follow them to where they are going. But they will come back for me when I’m old enough!”

Shaken, the villagers bore the daughter away from the cottage. The villagers held council again and decided to tell her that the day she heard the horn of the ship was the day her parents would return. The villagers cared for her just as they cared for her mother - the kindness of the close-knit community.

The ship did not return and they heard no more of the mother.

The daughter grew up to be a beautiful woman, her gracefulness and kindness captivating the young son of the village head. They got married and she eventually had her own daughter as well. She and her husband did not go back to her mother’s cottage; they had a cottage near a river instead.

But old habits die hard.

The daughter would stand by the river, holding her child with a distant look in her eyes as she stared as far down the river as she could see. Her husband said nothing. He had heard the story from his father and thought it was her way of mourning.

He did not know the secret, for it was still well kept among the village elders.

Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and months, years. The daughter grew older as promised while her girl grew up at the river, learning to keep herself entertained by skipping stones as her mother stood on the river bank. Then they would go home and the daughter would prepare a meal for her girl and husband.

This continued every day for as far as the little girl could remember.

Until the day when the daughter’s girl reached nine years of age. The older villagers heard the ghostly horn of the ship. Distant memories stirred in their minds and they panicked. They had a hand in raising the daughter and had grown fond of her. They quickly got hold of the daughter’s husband and rushed to the cottage, much to his confusion.

The younger generation vaguely remembered their elders’ similar hysteria and they followed eagerly this time, finally able to witness the commotion. They were disappointed, for only the little girl was sitting placidly at the table in the cottage, eating her porridge.

The daughter was not around.

The little girl was surprised at the crowd and mildly irritated when her dinner was interrupted. Under her father and the older villagers’ frantic prompting, the little girl revealed what had happened.

Her words chilled everyone.

“Ma went on a trip with Grandma and Grandpa. They said I’m too young to follow them to where they are going. But they will come back for me when I’m old enough!”
They heard no more of the daughter too.

The father was heartbroken at his wife’s disappearance. Despite his insistent pleas to understand what had transpired and their prescient warning, the older generation of villagers refused to reveal their knowledge, still bound by their oath of keeping the secret. And now, horror.

The little girl who was left behind by her mother and grandmother grew up and had her own baby girl too. The long kept secret finally turned into a true secret, as her father and her husband had no idea what would happen. When the baby girl turned nine years of age, the ghostly horn of the ship sounded again.

Memories stirred but everyone was still too late.

The disappearance was inevitable.

The ship would come.

Always.


Originally published here. This is a free link to the post on Medium.

I published this story a while back. But apparently, Medium hates this story. There are not many readers and it got buried so I am posting it here.

I personally like this story. Charon is possibly one of the most, if not the most, silenced character in Greek mythology. His job is to ferry souls across River Styx as long as he receives the payment in the form of a gold coin.

When I first read about him, I wonder who he is, what his backstory is and why he wants payment of a gold coin for every soul he ferries.

This is the result of that.

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it.