Three Line Tales Writing Prompt – Romeo & Juliet

three line tales week 111: two puffins ; ireland st patrick's day

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Romeo the penquin was determined to tell Juliet the penquin that he loved her. So he stood among the flowers and gazed up into her loving eyes upon the hill, said the words coming from deep beneath his fur and skin. She looked confused and surprised and didn’t answer.

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March 15: Flash Fiction Challenge: 99 Word Prompt – Carrot Ranch Literary Community

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about carrot cake. It can be classic or unusual. Why is there cake? How does it feature in the story. Go where the prompt leads.


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Michael set about making his carrot cake for the pending agricultural show. He had lost five years running. He was determined that this would be his year. He knew why he had lost each year and he was fuming. In this small town, they were all friends and he was the only man who entered. And there was a worldwide vendetta.
The world seems to hate while, cisgender, conservative, heterosexual males.

Across town, head judge Loreen looked at the list of competitors. She smiled at Michael’s name and thought,
That poor man can’t cook and he’s into so himself.

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Two One Liner Wednesdays – Stairs & R.I.P Stephen Hawking

As I haven’t did two, here’s two for the last two weeks …

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When you take a step forward a whole stairs appears in front of you.


Rest in peace Stephen Hawking, a man who transformed how we think about the world long before he sadly departed departed it this week.

In response to Linda G. Hill’s prompts which can be found at:

#SoCS March 10/18 – So Far

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “so far.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy! 

So near and yet so far. Pebbles the mouse felt this way as she looked up at the large bin before her. The smell of the food tickled her tiny nostrils and it made her angry. She had injured her leg beyond repair many years ago. Vets didn’t seem to be much use to injured, stray mice.

Oh, those scraps seemed delightful.

She sighed. She sighed more when she seen Charlie the mouse from down the street climb up and feast on his treat. The treat that should have been hers.

Always so near and yet so far. 

Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt – Quest






I made my way out on my shaky three legs. Humans, all they did was look at my planet like it was an exotic zoo. I liked to come out here at night while they were all asleep and look up at my planet, try to catch a glimpse of my family. I hoped they knew me acting as a camera and stand was only for now. In my quest to bring all planets together, I was failing. I had sacrificed so much though and this little alien heart of mine refused to give up. I had come this far.


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What Pegman Saw – Fantasy


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Kara felt the sun on her face. Abaco in the Bahamas was as beautiful as it had came across in the travel guides. She had saved for this trip for quite a while now. It took her two months longer to save for than she had planned. But finally she had got here. She sipped a cocktail, watched cute men in trunks on the beach and tried to savour the last holiday she would have for a while. Partly due to finances and partly due to her new job at a law firm. This was her ‘between college graduation and first job’ holiday. She took another sip of her cocktail, daydreamed about making one of those hunks in trunks her husband and maybe then her parents would understand that she simply had to stay for love. Oh how she wished she could live out her own Mills & Boon novel.

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Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt – Blossom Manor

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Blossom Manor  


They called it ‘the big house’. It was where the poshies lived throughout the centuries. Many in my small town envied all the families that lived there in Blossom Manor. Not me. I think the amount of rooms would make me dizzy. I must say the poshie that lives there at the mo with his Mum, Dad and brother is pretty damn hot. Always gives me a smile and a ‘hello Jason’ in his sexy poshie accent as I go about my gardening duties. I may even live in Blossom Manor if he gave me any indication he wanted me.

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