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“Zizzi, do these stripes make my butt look big?”
He trod quietly next to Zelda, contemplating a diplomatic answer to what must be a trick question.
“Zelda, if we keep, walking by the time we get home, your butt will be hotter than I can handle.”
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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The squall scoured the breakwater and churned lake water into white-capped meringue.
Constance leaned into the wind, inhaled, and willed herself the courage to release irrational constraints.
Purged, she lifted her head, squared her shoulders, and stepped into her future.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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As skeptical as usual, Doug left, but Jamie lingered.
Beyond the graffiti, grit, and grim, she saw the light.
One decisive text, and the space belonged to her.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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Desi wasn’t looking for a job.
No one wanted a boy who hid behind sunglasses and an attitude to camouflage a pronounced stutter.
The arcade manager, seeing Desi’s ball-handling skills, declared speaking an overrated skill and leveraged his talents to charge a dollar per try.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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Selling the old vinyl albums, collected from garage sales, thrift shops and trash bins had never been about the money.
At first, it was his love of the music, pure and simple, but as the years passed, he witnessed something spectacular happening.
His customers, boomers and hipsters, artists and corporate executives, made connections, foraged friendships, and found common ground as they flipped through the albums, sharing their memories and their favorite music.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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November calls and the Beaver Full Moon answers, lighting the frosty air for last-minute preparations, as we stockpile, and store the items which will carry us through the lean times.
Mars races across the sun, while Venus, Jupiter, and Saturn guard the evening constellations and Orion battles with the Taurid meteor shower, who flings its final Halloween fireballs across the sky.
The cosmos is alive, telling us to hurry, don’t waste a moment, our fate lies in our hands.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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November’s Northwind witch is harsh as she blows across the big lake they call Gitche Gumee.
With sixteen-foot waves crashing the wheelhouse and freezing rain slashing the decks, the fate of the lake mariners seems certain.
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead, but one sailor has vowed to defy her.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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Countless legends told fantastical tales of a great castle, the king who build it, and the jealous wizard who hid it from humanity.
Finding it became Warwick’s mission and led him to hunt through ancient archives and pour over maps.
Funding many futile expeditions reduced him to a pauper, but today he felt as rich as any king, as he stood in the center of the long-lost Castle Urartian.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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Lucre Rawlin stood waiting, scrutinizing the scurrying commuters as they passed, oblivious to anything beyond their phone screens and catching a ride on a speeding train.
He scanned every face, fishing in a sea of lost humanity for the one destined for more.
Weeks became months, his hope grew thin, fear and doubt nibbled at the edges of the prophecy, when, at last, the chosen one appeared.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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Rosie heard the sayings, listened to the famous, sappy song, and she believed the pot of gold existed at the rainbow’s end.
It wasn’t a secret, no one contested the facts, but when a rainbow appeared, they stood motionless, staring, stuck with wonder, afraid to act.
The minute the colors splashed across the sky, Rosie chose an end and ran headlong towards her goal.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
