Too Late

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 Line Tales Week Thirty-Six.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Predator and Prey

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:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Odd Choice

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 she picked a car that looked oh so fun!

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Wolf Schram

In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-Four.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Tattooed and Tattered

Rugged hands inked with brave symbols—
dark icons that make innocent heart trembles.
None knows they hide war’s one broken, tattered soul.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Alex Hockett


In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-One.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
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  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
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  • Have fun.

Lips-made Poetry

The growling, glaring velvet sky is angry,
as if it’s sharp lighting and loud thunder can stop you and me
from etching our bodies with lips-made poetry.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Breno Machado


In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Twenty-Nine.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
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  • Have fun.

Funk Fixer

1

Today is our silver anniversary yet I know my wife thinks this day won’t bring anything special. Years after the economic crisis, my little art business is still trying to get up after a five-year continues fall. Simultaneously, our once in love hearts have been drifting apart. Love is essential, but money affects it in dire ways. In short, we are broke, financially and emotionally.

Gazing at the newly-painted building I bought with my personal savings, I whisper a prayer that this last effort will work. I hope Funky Munky will fix our pocket and of course our broken hearts.

Word count: 100

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: TJ Paris


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) August 16, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

Read more short stories here:

Pick One

Carefully choosing among the sharp, the hard, the brute and the bad,
my shaking hand grazes the powerful tools’ varied edges
as it discerns what it’ll use to you and your mistress.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Ashim D’Silva


In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Twenty-Eight.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Morning View

aug 10

Awakened by the loud jeers, cheers of the playing boys outside, I slowly went out of bed. He’s standing just outside our bedroom door staring, waiting for me. He offered his hands with a weak smile. I smiled back and took his hand to his surprise.

Outside, I gripped his hands tighter as my eyes adjust to the shining sun. Then I saw the cheerful and loud boys. Stubborn tears fall. The vivid memories of my four soccer-playing sons rushed back.

Wrapping his around me, he softly whispered, “It’s okay, love. Our boys are surely playing in heaven too.”

Word count: 100

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Yinglan


 

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) August 09, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

Read more short stories here:

Cling

I’ll cling to you
until my fragile hands bleed
against your rugged, rough edges.

I’ll cling
until my candle-like fingers
turned cold in the absence
of my warm flowing blood.

I’ll cling
until my pink nails
turned dark purple
and almost dead-gray.

I’ll cling…
I’ll cling to you.
Even when you can’t cling to me too.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Ronny Garcia Moron


In response to Mindlovemisery MenageriePhoto Challenge #125

Cave Woman

1

Cave woman. That taunting nickname was born when I was a teenager because of my bar-hate. The tag and my bar inexperience have remained until now that I’m almost at my four-decade mark.

I hate the smell of beers and alcohols, most of all, smoke. I can’t stand noise equally. Beyond these, I’ve heard and watched obscene, brutal, unfortunate events that happened inside an almost light-less, always crowded bar.

But today might be my cave-woman name’s ending.

I just resigned from my 23rd job when I saw the blinking WANTED sign. Maybe waitressing in a bar is my real calling.

Word count: 100 words

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Ted Strutz


In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 05 August 2016.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

Read more great 100-word short stories here: