3 x 3 Sentence fics (17th July)

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Another scheduled post on the theme of 3 sentence fics for #writingwednesday! Hope you’re having a good one!

 

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“When I said less drama, more llama, I meant it in the metaphorical sense.”

“So….”

“So I didn’t expect to come home to find a llama grazing in the garden!”

 

caress

Over the concrete promenade, up the rough cut steps, following the steeper trail up the hill. Pause at the crest to watch the sun as it dips into the ocean. Welcome the sea breeze caresses as the day turns into night.

 

unexpected

“What noise do ducks make?” she asked the toddler who was clutching her finger in his fist as they stood at the edge of the water.

“Quack!”

The nearby mallard gave her a sideways glance and said, “Meow.”

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3 x 3 Sentence fics (10th July)

For #writingwednesday, 3 x 3 sentence fics based on prompts found at 300+ One-Word Writing Prompts by Michael Kwan at freelance-writing.

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Melody

The happy couples moved around the dance floor and he watched, enjoying the music.

“Dance with me?” Ben asked, holding out one hand.

He hesitated only a moment before accepting, letting Ben hold him close as they swayed to the melody, ignoring what anyone else in his family might think.

 

Family

“Ben’s cute,” she said, nudging her brother as they took the air outside, his jacket draped around her shoulder. She smiled, adding, “I think we share the same taste in men.”

He laughed, relieved at her easy acceptance of this part of his life, and said, “He’s mine, sis!”

 

Laughter

“Why are you laughing when I have you both at my mercy?” the villain asked, frowning, while the resistance leader, in chains next to the laughing man, was just as perplexed.

The anti-hero lifted his now free hands, a blade clutched in one, saying, “You don’t know me but I know how, after your adviser hired me to carry out an assassination, you ordered my murder. I survived and joined the resistance, let us get captured for this opportunity, the moment I finally take my revenge.”

 

Broken Rule Broke My Heart

Funny piece showing how difficult to master English is where the rules are often more like guidelines!

 

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By Pat Brunson

The grammar rule: ‘I’ before ‘e’, except after ‘c’ is so weird, so deceiving, so leisurely caffeinated, so feisty, so counterfeiting and so seismic that I surprised my foreign neighbor’s Rottweiler.

            
Pat Brunson cartoons his blog.

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Fic: Storm in a Coffee Cup

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This was for the Reddit Writing Prompts suggestion: “A Starbucks Batista has given you Double Chocolaty Chip Crème Frappuccino with soy instead of a Caffè Vanilla Light Frappuccino with no fat milk. Make this as tragic, heart-wrenching and miserable as possible.”
I took this to mean make it hilarious or, if I were tagging on AO3, “crack treated seriously” (definition here)

Storm in a Coffee Cup

Do you ever have days where nothing goes right? When the hot water has run out and the bus is late and it starts raining the moment you realise you didn’t bring an umbrella? It was one of those days but for a brief moment there was hope.

The delicious smell of coffee, the ringing of the registers, the bright chatter of the people waiting for their caffeine fix, the warmth of the Starbucks store drying out my clothes made me feel calm and relaxed. Everything would be fine once I got my favourite drink. Caffe Vanilla Light Frappuccino with no fat milk. This simple pleasure would put my day, my life, back on track.

I reached the counter. I placed my order. I took my drink with a smile. I walked to the door. I took a sip of the drink –

What in in holy hell was this? This….this….monstrosity! I nearly choked.

It was a frappuccino, cool and refreshing, and that was all that was right with it. Instead of the smooth, comforting, vanilla, its warm taste evoking both cookies eaten by roaring firesides and soft ice cream under a blazing summer sun, there was chocolate. The complete opposite of vanilla. Double chocolate, sticky and thick.

That was bad enough but my woes were not yet at an end. There was denying it. The milk was not no fat milk. To my despair it was soy, a pseudo milk, an affront to true milk lovers!

Worse, there were bits in it. Small hard beetle like pieces. On closer inspection these proved to be more chocolate but the damage was done to my psyche as well as my tastebuds.

The muddy looking drink seemed to taunt me as I beheld it in all of its erroneousness. What had I done to deserve this outrage? This disgusting concoction was surely some sort of divine punishment.

I took another sip to be certain. Was there even caffeine in this thing? How could I go about my day without caffeine? It was impossible! I wanted to weep.

I shoved my way back to the counter and brandished the offending cup at the barista. “This,” I declared, “is not what I ordered. At all!”

He looked unconcerned. “Right. Sorry. What was it you wanted?”

It didn’t matter any longer. The moment had passed. I shook my head sadly and forced down another gulp of the mixture. Who am I to question the will of the coffee shop gods?

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I hope you enjoyed the fic! Comments, concrit, likes/reblogs are all welcomed.
For the record I’m a basic “just give me a coffee with milk”, or sometimes a cappuccino and I had to google the hell out of the various coffee options!

 

 

Fic: Eye of the Beholder

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Summary: One person’s art is another person’s rubbish.
Previously posted to a personal journal for the 30 days of fiction meme prompt #5 write a scene entirely in dialogue

“It’s a very interesting piece.”

“Interesting? How?”

“Well…it’s symbolic. Probably.”

“Of?”

“I don’t know. Stuff. Things that other things are symbolic of.”

“Oh, that’s deep. Unlike the colours.”

“It’s a watercolour. That’s actually a more difficult medium than oils, you know.”

“Incredibly difficult by the look of this.”

“It’s…abstract.”

“Putting it mildly.”

“I mean that it has few connotations beyond what you, as the viewer, bring to it. It allows you to form your own opinion on the piece and any themes within it.”

“I see. I have an opinion.”

“Yes?”

“It looks like a four year old painted it and then the cat piddled on it.”

Fic & Poetry revisted, and Blog update

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Today is Writing Wednesday, week 2 of the month, but Writer’s Block and personal issues have struck. So instead of something new, I’m revisiting some past posts that you might not have seen (or remember!)

I also want to mention that I have a new website including a Works In Progress (WiP) page, and my Tumblr now has an index/navigation page with a list of tags. I have updated my WordPress Welcome page too.

Fiction

kiss

Fic: A Kiss Divine – a modern day romantic tale of Ariadne and Dionysus wordpress ; fic blog ; tumblr;twitter;pinterest;facebook

tofarart

Fic: Too Far , a short humourous piece.
wordpress ; my original fic blog ;  tumblr;twitter;pinterest;facebook

magic

Ficlet: Do You Believe in Magic – short humorous tale with a twist wordpress ; fic blog
tumblr;twitter;pinterest;facebook

thedragonsavers

Flash Fiction: The Dragon Savers – a children’s tale where the onus is not on killing a dragon wordpress ; my fic blog ;  tumblr;twitter;pinterest;facebook

poetry

Poem: Affection – a tanka fiction blog ; wordpress ; pinterest ; twitter ; facebook ; tumblr

The Artist: What it is to live with the muse – a prose poem about the joy and pain of creativity wordpress ; writing blog ; tumblr;twitter;pinterest;facebook

Paired Poetry – 2 poems about a relationship as it grows and fails wordpress ; fic blog ;
 tumblr;twitter;pinterest;facebook