Month: July 2016

SOMETHING REAL

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Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-Six

Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-Six

three line tales week 26: summer camp

photo by Maher El Aridi – here’s the full-size version

Something Real

Sissy and Ezra asked their father to tell them a story, but he said he would tell them something real.

People said we would never live on the moon because it was too far away, there would be no water, no way to grow food, and we would float in the air without the ability of staying grounded.

They were wrong because we are living on the moon with the things they said were not possible and everyone here has a bright future ahead of them,  and for generations to come.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

MY BIGGEST DREAD

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Tale Weaver #78 July 28th   –    Waiting

My Biggest Dread

My mother gave me the awful news the day before my appointment.

I worried all day and felt nervous and totally miserable.

The night was not any better.  I tossed and turned and had nightmares.

Morning came sooner than I wanted it to. My stomach felt so upset that I was unable to eat.

The time arrived and we left the house.  There was a very long line outside the building and we inched our way toward the door at a snail’s pace.

I could not concentrate or talk.  I stared off into space and wished I could escape.

Finally, much to my dismay, it was my turn! I stepped up to the table, a nurse swabbed my arm, then gave me a shot of polio vaccine.

The wait was over!

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

NEAR ESCAPE

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SIX SENTENCE STORIES       Cue….Puff

File, Metal, Tool, Metallic, Industrial

Near Escape

Alarms sounded loudly and the guards rushed into action.

The spotlights lit up the entire area.

There were dogs going to every possible opening sniffing for a scent.

They captured Ramus within yelling distance of the compound.

The question arose of how Ramus, also known as Puff,  managed to escape from his jail cell.

He had received a birthday cake from his brother, who had baked the cake with a small metal file inside of it.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

 

MYSTERIOUS MAGIC GARDEN

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 07-26 through 08-01-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with the Story Teller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!

Mysterious Magic Garden

Silas loved working in his Magic Garden.  He knew it was the start of solving many problems all over the world.

All of the plants only needed watering once a month.  No fertilization needed, insects never got on the plants, weeds refused to grow around the plants, very little sunshine required, and each plant produced an abundance of food.

The plants grew in any type of soil and the most magical part of about them was  the plants lasted year after year after year!

Everyone wanted to know how there could be plants like them and where did the seeds come from .

Silas never gave anyone an answer to that question.

When he passed away he took the secret with him and the strange circular object people use to see in his drive-way, disappeared.

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THE OUTSIDER

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Mindlovemisery’s  Menagerie and Tale Weaver

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In today’s Fairy Tale task I am asking you to create a modern day version of the Ugly Duckling. You can choose any form you like and see where it takes you.

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THE OUTSIDER

Jon Jon was living in an orphanage until he turned eight years old.

A couple visited the orphanage one day and decided to adopt Jon Jon and raise him along with their three children.

He was shy, awkward and small for his age.  His siblings were tall, strong, and very outgoing.

Jon Jon felt like an outsider.  He wished he was like his siblings. He watched them play baseball and was sad because he could not play as well as they did.

One day he was sitting outside watching his siblings play baseball and the ball landed right beside him. He picked it up and threw it to one of his siblings.

That day he realized how quickly and accurately he could throw the ball.  He began to join them on the field each day.

Jon Jon felt so proud and happy that he was able to play baseball as well, if not better, than his siblings.

Jon Jon exceeded all expectations and scored the most points for his team when he played in the championship games.

THE ONLY THING LEFT

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner is a weekly writing challenge designed for both the flash fiction newbie and the more experienced writer. It is the desire of this challenge to allow writers the opportunity to clear the cobwebs from a more tedious and involved project. Becoming a part of a new and growing writer’s community might be just what the doctor ordered to rejuvenate your writing juices.

Your Photo Prompt for Week #28 – 2016

Old Man

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The  Only Thing Left

George looked at his watch. It was the only thing he had left.

Sleeping soundly, he did not know his house was on fire until the room was full of smoke.  He was unable to breathe, began coughing and rolled off the bed to the floor.

He lost his bearings and became confused as he crawled across the floor.  Reaching for what he thought was a door , he burned his hand on the edge of the door.

The door opened after he pulled on it, but his body blocked it from opening wide enough for him to crawl out of the room.

George collapsed and fell unconscious.  When he recovered he had an oxygen mask on his face and was lying in a hospital bed.

He learned that two young boys had seen his house on fire and ran in and pulled him out just before the house collapsed full of flames.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

A WAY TO CELEBRATE

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 07-19 through 0-25-2016

 

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

A Way To Celebrate

“Dylan, look at the beautiful lantern,” Abby beamed with excitement.

“Yes!  Maybe we can use some when we have our family reunion.”

“China lanterns originated in China about 1800 years ago during the Western Han Dynasty,”  Dylan added.

“Each year during the Lantern Festival people hang up red lanterns to create a festive atmosphere because they are a symbol of reunion. The flashing lights represent peace and prosperity.”

“They will be perfect for our family reunion,”  Abby said.

Dylan added, “The frame fabricated from bamboo, wood, cotton and steel wire.  The shade  made from semi-transparent paper or silk. “

“The lanterns add light and atmosphere to the night.”

Dylan and Abby decorated their porch-deck with beautiful decorated lanterns for their family reunion.

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Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved

UNFAMILAR ROOM

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 07-12 through 07-18-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Phylor. Thank you Phylor!

Unfamiliar Room

I woke up in an unfamiliar room with a strange cast on my arm, my leg in severe pain, and I did not know where I was or how I got there.

My clothes were cut in pieces and my cell phone was still in the pants pocket.  I called out, but no one answered, so I tried to walk to the door, but was in too much pain.

I called a friend, but she was out of town and could not help, so I called the police.

The police came , as well as a doctor.  I was safe in a hospital.

I had stepped off a curb outside a nearby restaurant and broke my arm in several places. It was so badly damaged the doctor had to take a piece of my leg bone and attach it to my arm with screws.

I knew where the restaurant was and could recall walking to my car, and even remembered two other cars being parked there, however, I could not recall anything after that.

Words (174)

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved