From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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Sylvie’s heart pounded in her chest, afraid of what she longed to do.
He had made his choice, and it wasn’t her.
Last night, their final moments tattooed her senses, and confirmed his lies.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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Signing our life away on the dotted line, we gear up, line up, and strap in.
Step after step we climb ever higher, huffing and puffing, anticipation growing as we ascend.
The door opens, revealing a view worth all the effort.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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Queen Rolana Glenfir stopped, kneeling in the field, her body remained, but her consciousness was worlds away.
While she traveled, we shielded her from storms and pressed damp cloths to her lips, to keep her body alive until she returned.
On the appointed day, she arose, telling us of wonders she said I was the one who would lead them there.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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City beaches bustle with pale sun seekers playing volleyball, dipping toes into the cool lake water and reveling in the summer breeze.
The roar of jet engines halts all activity, gazes lift skyward, they stand motionless, mimicking a deer in headlights.
Contrails spew patriotic colors, and a wing wag signals, today, there is nothing to fear.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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The Lady lifted the veil, revealing what could not be seen by mortal eyes.
She took pity on the plight of a poor orphaned boy, son of King Ban of Benwick who was slain by his enemy.
“I foresee a great destiny, one that will endure for all time, dear Lancelot du Lac.”
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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Feeling liked I didn’t belong, I strengthened my defenses, embraced my differences and flaunted them before my critics.
I owned my label of the Black Sheep of the family.
But a black sheep is never alone, we gathered together and found unity, acceptance and our new relatives.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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I checked the crumpled scrap of paper and read the faded writing once more.
It marked the end of duality, signifying birth, life, and death, the beginning, middle, and the end.
Raising my fist, I pounded on the ancient door, once, twice, thrice.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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Masters of illusion they transform black into white and hide in plain sight.
Skillful hunters, they roam a barren landscape, eking out an existence where they are kings of both land and sea.
With every need met, they amuse themselves and play.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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Mira’s world was a cacophony of clicks, clacks, and buzzing to alert her of notifications which needed her immediate attention.
Distracted, bewildered, and unsure of her purpose she escaped to the roof.
On her yoga mat, Mira lifted her heart, found her breath, and as she connected with the ground, she let it all go.
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From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya
During the season, invaders descended, renting homes for prices the natives could not afford, and which forced them to decide if they should stay or go.
The monstrous cruise ships carrying hordes of day-trippers, returned to the sea, leaving destruction in their wake.
The Venetians sighed, knowing for a few short hours their crumbling city, was still their home.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
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