We are mere moments in a lifetime
whispers amongst chaos
a mist in the wind
This is in response to Week 114 of Three Line Tales
I know I have been away for quite awhile. Life has made it difficult for me, as of late, and writing has been pushed to the wayside. I promise to be back soon with more, but for now, here are a few short lines in honor of TLT Throwback.
She saw everything clearly
Teetering on the edge
If only she had wings
“The Bridge Literary Center is dedicated to the prosperity of the literary arts in Franklin and the greater Western PA region.”( copied from their site.) This will be their second journal (I believe). This time I get to be a part of it!! So exciting!
Now to go write my mini bio. Ugh, I’m not the greatest at those.
Your shelves are like deep pools of stories
told only to me
I willingly drown in your words
Written for Three Line Tales: Week Five
Holds onto fears
Folds them up and keeps them
I was born this way
But I can break this code
And freely live
Written for #wispwrit
I woke up this morning to find out that my story WON over at Cracked Flash! Exciting!
Our story had to start with the following sentence:
“Sometimes, people really are just useless.”
I’ll put the judges comments at the end of the story. I must say, one thing that sets them apart from other competitions is that they are not afraid to point out things that need improvement. They had some very helpful critiques. I appreciate that. While I like hearing that my story was good, I also want to improve as a writer and if there is something I can do to make the story great, I want to know about it.
I must confess I really struggled with the 300 word limit. I had to make some deep cuts which did affect the desperation of the piece as Si pointed out.
So, here is the original story. I will work on it and post the revised version when I am satisfied. (That could take a while.)
“Sometimes, people really are just useless. Cheese?”
“I’m sorry, what?” Clara stared at the strange man in front of her. A moment ago she was having tea with her boyfriend and listening to him talk about work. But this man was definitely not her boyfriend.
She closed her eyes for a moment.
“Would you like some cheese? It pairs well with your tea.” Reluctantly, she opened her eyes to see a big grin stretch across the stranger’s face farther than a grin should. A large hat dipped over his crazed eyes as they darted from her to the other guests at the table.
“Who are you? The Hatter?”
“Of course not, dear. The Hatter is a copyrighted name. You can call me Mr. Chapeau.”
“I’ll take some cheese,” Clara turned to see a rabbit sitting upright in a white gown.
“Where is Jason?”
“Jason, my boyfriend. Tall, dark hair, dorky tortoise shell glasses.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell. It’s my birthday you know,” the man with the hat said.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Clara jumped at the exclamation that rang out from a tiny mouse in a tea pot.
Did I fall down a rabbit hole? Where was Jason? He was just here.
“HEY!” She shouted over the loud singing that had commenced around her. “Please! Where is Jason!”
They all stopped and stared. She realized, now, that she was standing with a cheese knife held over her head. A small pinch in her shoulder made her go limp, falling into the arms of a strong woman.
“Take her to the holding cell.” A nurse said as she took a pencil from Clara’s fingers and walked out behind them. “Poor girl just can’t get over his death. Best keep her out of the common room for a while.”
On Friday everything changed. I was no longer the little girl my father adored. I was a bargaining chip, a promise for a deal.
My view of this world had finally been unveiled, reveling many shades of greed.
I looked at the man smiling in front of me. I could see his plans written in the corners of his mouth, reflected in the dark chocolate windows to his rotting soul.
As I said my vows in the room of silent witnesses, I made a secret one of my own.
One day I would kill this man, setting free the world.
Must be exactly 100 words
Must start with “On Friday everything changed“
Flash!Friday had their Flashversary Competition this past Friday but it was also the very last FF contest…ever. I stumbled upon this site through another Flash Fiction Site about ten months ago. Once I started competing I was hooked! These weekly competitions have helped me gain confidence in my writing and find my voice. I will be forever grateful.
Must be exactly 100 words
Must start with “On Friday everything changed”
This is one of two ( read the second one here) stories I submitted.
On Friday everything changed. The last notes of a song rang out, beautiful words from stories past floated by in memories so strong that hearts swelled and eyes blurred.
This is not an ending but a transition. One that can be embraced with gusto. Courage was born here. Those who hid behind their words emerged and flourished, finding their true voices.
This is a place that will be forever in our hearts, a stepping stone that got us where we are today. And as we continue to move forward, we know that the friends we’ve gained will come with us.
Gnarled in hatred
Opinions stab, staining the fabric of community
Love, now fading in the distance
Written for #3LineThursday