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Man-made machines flying will not satiate humans' dreaming from the clouds to the moon, even Mars is under planning. A brave moth hunting for the fire that can burn its metal wings. — 07.21.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by David Dibert on Unsplash In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales, Week 181 If you want to… Continue reading on Mars and moth
Dusting gun powders, digging buried bomb shrapnels, dark road of hate clears. — 12.28.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Manu Sanchez via Unsplash In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week 100!!! (Oh how I miss three-lining! 😀
i have a pocketful of folded paper cranes, inked with agony, worry, fear of my boneless brain. numb, loss, i'll wander, maybe after i watch them burn. — 08.31.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Dev Benjamin on Unsplash In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week 83. If you want to join, here are the… Continue reading paper dreams
I don’t really believe in mystic, enchanting creatures. And then you placed that unicorn-sign. So I tried if I can make one mine. — P.S. So happy to be three-lining again!!! 😀 😀 😀 — 03.09.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Fleur Treurniet In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week… Continue reading Unicorn
Let your nervous, jittery footsteps ignore the crashing angry ocean. Let your weary heart shelve its loud fear-filled da-dums. Lift your spirit up ‘cause your dream-castle awaits you, love. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: William Bout In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-Eight. If you want to join,… Continue reading Waiting Castle
Caressing pure, pristine petals as she swings up and down. Later these will be showered to her best friend wearing her dream white wedding gown. None knows she carries the first child, the grinning groom wants to hide. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Ben Rosett In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three… Continue reading The Bridesmaid’s Secret
As the darkness of the evil night cloaks buildings and city lights, her tired soul drowned in the sea of strong, weakening beer bites. Unknown he led her into a dark corridor, t'was too late to fight. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Mike Wilson In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three… Continue reading Too Late
Snatch my innocence as swift as a bullet. I promise, I won’t hide nor run away. My predator, I am your willing prey. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Rebecca Johnston In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-Five. If you want to join, here are the simple rules:… Continue reading Predator and Prey
The yellow car was welcomed by the flock of frowning, peeking humans waiting inside the old church. This occasion is usually painted in pure white, a contrast to the auto parked in front of the door that’s just very bright. But the bride seated inside is as jolly as the color of the sun, so… Continue reading Odd Choice
The same rugged, masculine yet gentle hands which tickled each nerves and gave me sensual goosebumps, have weaved yarnful of lies that ended my life. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Philip Estrada In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-Three. If you want to join, here are the simple rules: Write… Continue reading Dual Hands
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