Three Line Tales Week, Week 88.
A Secret Lover’s Diary.
My intensity is afraid and when you read my words don’t judge me as a fool.
But every day I have written about my desires and dreams, and of your beauty.
Please; my secrets will remain invisible until you breathe life on my pages.
Posted in Flash Fiction, Short Story, Three Line Tales, Uncategorized
Tagged Flash Fiction, Gedichte, melancholy, Mystery, Relationships, romance, Romantic, Three Line Tales
Three Line Tales Week 82
I am spirit and naked flesh, promised with eternal heavenly peace.
In a world filled with joy and gifts of fruit, in a beautiful garden of Eden.
However truth, in an apple core, reveals my skeleton on the evolutionary scale.
Posted in Blog, Flash Fiction, Three Line Tales, Uncategorized
Tagged Creationism, divorce, Evolution, Garden of Eden, Gedichte, melancholy, spiritual, Three Line Tales
Three Line Tales, Week 80
I dream of freedom and traveling on the road.
In the morning I’d be ecstatic to see our new van waiting.
Please don’t wake me, I am living in paradise.
A Rat in every Port – Three Line Tales
Photo – Timothy Meinberg via Unsplash.
‘The Jellicle’ sails on the morning high tide,
Hurry Captain Growtiger, get on board,
and quick before Miss Kitty wakes.
Three Line Tales – On a Wing and a Prayer
Over the world and in peace, feeling the quite serenity
of flying and softly floating free from earthly responsibility.
But all too soon, we’ll land on the insecure realities of insensibility.
Alice Wants Home – Three Line Tales
photo by Fleur Treurniet via Unsplash
‘Only the Unicorn knows your way home,’ the owl screeched. ‘Which way, which way, which way.’ It glided into the dark.
‘Wait!’ shouted Alice. Alone she looked around. No entry, one way street going both ways. A window in the yard.
She stamped her foot and wept. Could she really climb the drain pipe? But she must to find the Unicorn.
Dream Lover – Three Line Tales
Roman Kraft via Unsplash
My dreams of you are beautiful, and in mornings I wake shivering in cold fear.
I know you are watching me and today you’ve made your feelings very clear.
Choking and claustrophobic in this café, as my dream lover – a stranger – is near.
Three Line Tales -Great Expectations.
Photo by Annie Sprat via Unsplash
Just another large gin to steady the nerves, must be presentable; you understand.
I hope they bring a red and some Jack Daniels or better, a Glenmorangie.
Food! Too late they are here. Why the white coats? What have I done?
Three Line Tales – A New House.
Photo by Andrew Neel via Unsplash
Lost in the dark, cold, damp caves. A dragon screeches loud from above.
‘Tim, Tim… Come on… out the cellar now… it’s your bedtime.’
Hot chocolate and dreams of tomorrow’s plans; the jungle in the attic.
Photo by Rebecca Johnston
Three Line Tales – Week Thirty Five
The Ghost of Nature
I am the evolution and future of Earth’s existence.
The protector of all species within nature’s kingdom.
But, Man with his weapons predicates only the world’s extinction.