"I could think of no better way to tell you I love you than with this," he says, presenting her with the waffle-heart-capped dispenser. "Funny," she replies, pushing her sunglasses down her nose. "I can think of at least ten." This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Roman... Continue Reading →
She never left the apartment now, not if she could help it. The outside world was a shrieking, shoving place, full of disorder. That morning, from the moment she drew back the curtain, the signs leapt out at her: fallen lamp on the desk, disturbances in the snow, speck of red in the white. She... Continue Reading →
Red as blood, they wait, hanging amidst the emerald leaves. They shine like stars, like the twinkling in a lover's eye. Eagerly they dream of the moment that teeth pierce their soft skin and plunge into the sweet poison beneath, never to taste anything else again. This is for Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-Seven. A... Continue Reading →
Grasping fingers, stained with dirt and ash and filth, wrap around a lemon's rough skin. She grabs it and runs, melting into the crowd, just another dirty face in ragged clothes. They'll never notice one missing, she tells herself, and she needs to eat. This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running... Continue Reading →
Under the light of a full moon, an owl took flight, its long white wings spread out as if to cover the sprawling canopy of the forest beneath it from sight. Its feathers glowed in the moonlight as if they were giving light themselves. In its eyes were reflected, not just the forest and the... Continue Reading →
