Thousands of hands rose into the air as the singer sang the final note of the song, as she sang the final note of the night, the final note of the tour, and the final note of her career. As the music ended, the singer gracefully bowed and removed her wig, revealing her bald head to the thousands of shocked fans. Eyes wet with tears, she told her fans and the world about her terminal illness.
This is a response for Sonya’s challenge, 3 Lines Tale, where we write 3 lines about the picture above.
The professor lectured, “The sun always shines after a storm.
Things get worse before it get better.
These are some of the universal laws of life.” Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Universal Laws of Life” →
What is this? Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Dinner Party” →
Come on, let the sparks fly
Let it light up the night
So it can spread far and wide.
Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Sparks” →
Drinks, check!
Biscotti, cutting, check!
Guests having fun, a hundred checks! Merry Christmas! Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Christmas Party” →
We met when you were just a seed, stuck in the earth between two slabs of concrete. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: All Grown Up” →
He is a young heart with an old soul, collecting antiques since he was a little boy. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Say Cheese” →
“Tell you what, here are two stacks of macarons, if I pull that yellow one at the bottom without toppling any of the others over, you have to forgive everything I’ve ever done and kiss me on the lips.” He said. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Dirty Cheat” →
In a photo shoot, he was asked to pick a prop. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Photo Shoot” →
Standing still, his knuckles are white and pale as her giggle echoes through the labyrinth. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: The Shooting Game” →
He has been chasing her all over town, from door to door and window to window. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: The Chasing Game” →
Exhaling a breath of frozen morning air, he paused and surveyed the desolate landscape around him. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Running from Time” →
“Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la la la la la la.”
“Christmas music? Really? Here’s something for you, get pumpkin carving. Chop chop!”
[moments later] “Eh, close enough, a face is a face. It’ll scare anyone.” [walking away whistling Deck the Halls] Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Early Christmas” →
Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Lighthouse” →
It seems like yesterday when I walked down the aisles dressed in white. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Is This a Dream?” →
Poor dear Stevie was having trouble with his words Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Sir Vice?” →
There you go, there you go, just stand still, he thought, setting up his telescopic lens beside a tree. The majestic deer stood in front of the rising sun while the others rested on the ground, worshiping their leader. Quickly shaking his hands out of the warm gloves, he pressed his face against the camera and clicked the shutter button – snap – he had once again shot a masterpiece. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Masterpiece” →
“What is this?” She chuckled, pointing at the car parked by the curb.
“Your new car, what do you think?” He asked, anticipating her smile and shriek of excitement.
Her mouth opened and closed, then she turned to him and in one motion, she slapped him across the face, “You bought me a taxi? A big freaking yellow taxi?”
Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Big Yellow Taxi” →
“Mommy, I’m bored.” She woke up to find her kitten’s large emerald eyes staring at her.
She sighed, jumped off the bed and returned a few moments later rolling a ball of yarn.
“Baby, this is a classic game we cats play; it’s called roll the ball of yarn back and forth while mommy takes a quick nap.” Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Roll the Yarn” →
The first time I visited the metropolis, all the buildings were gray and white.
The second time I visited the metropolis, the buildings were only half as tall as the first time.
The third time I visited the metropolis, I was like, “Did I shrink?” Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: The Metropolis” →
Battered tattooed hands with an ingenuous attitude,
He’s someone who can stand the pain
And that’s exactly her type of man. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Her Type…” →
“Do you know what this is?” Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Old Watch” →
She loves everything about thunder and lightning. Continue reading “Three Lines Tale: Lightning” →
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