From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
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Their friendship is forged from the first tentative contact, a bond strengthened by generations, descended from a single legacy.
Doubt does not exist, devotion shines for all to see, a devotion no one can set aside.
Forever linked, the protector and the protected are the subjects of legends.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
I feel each stab, each insult, each insignificant pinprick.
I paint my face, and they see what I want them to see, the reality that isn’t real.
Each night reveals the truth and I cry until at last I sleep.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
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They jumped, hands held high, gyrating with uncensored abandon as the music thumped, a pounding heartbeat replacing their own.
Desperate to escape, willing sacrifices they rushed headlong into promised bliss.
A promise that was only another way to die.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
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Nani and I spent the day baking, creating our baskets of tricks, making sure every detail was perfect.
When the doorbell rang we opened our baskets to reveal our bread snakes to the children.
When they screamed and ran away, we smiled at our clever Trick or Treat surprise.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
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Come one, come all, gather your family and prepare to be amazed by the newest invention.
Forget your fears and the fallout shelters, the emanate risk of nuclear destruction, and Sputnik the spy.
It is Sunday night, and it is a Wonderful World.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
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She is a shadow of what she used to be, the traces of her grandeur echo in the shifting light.
Music plays, we dance and sing, die and weep.
Bound to her, I drift in the shadows, longing for the past
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
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I have shed the shackles, the ton of should and must and expectation I carried on my back.
The air streams through my hair, tearing at my skirt as if it were a sail.
I spread my arms wide, unencumbered, I break my bonds and fly.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
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They came as they always had, speaking reverent words in hushed voices, paying homage to the masters.
But as time passed, and they no longer clutched us in their arms or caressed our patterned pages.
We became decorations, wallflowers longing for a dance.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
The Keeper nodded, the appointed time arrived.
Darkness cloaked those gathered at the shore, watching the first rays illuminate the portal.
The prophecy manifested, we boldly stepped into the future.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
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Unintended Consequences
Our instructions were to capture the predator killing the farmer’s livestock.
We hunted the hunter, captured her and prepared her for relocation.
We didn’t see her two cubs or hear their hungry cries.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Jo Hawk 