Photo prompt – by Arnaud Mesureur via Unsplash
He’d tried many different jobs over the years – so many, he’d lost track – but nothing had ever inspired him to such passion. Not like this. Standing in the arena, surrounding by screaming fans: he couldn’t imagine a more perfect life.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. This week’s prompt is by Arnaud Mesureur via Unsplash.
I’m curious to know what you think the character is doing in the arena. Is he a sports star? A pop idol? Or maybe he’s selling hot dogs in the stands? The perfect life comes in many shapes and forms…
Photo prompt © Christian Widdell via Unsplash
“We’d spend hours down here, remember?” she said, gazing across at the familiar view, her memories dancing as ethereal spectres upon the sports field.
They’d been such joy filled hours, packed with fun and games: skipping and jumping and turning cartwheels; running until breathless, before tumbling in a heap on the grass; vibrant laughter strengthening their bond even further.
Her brother didn’t answer – he hadn’t been able to since the accident – but she could see the spark of happy memories cavorting behind his eyes, too.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. This week’s prompt is by Christian Widdell, via Unsplash.
Photo prompt © Fleur Treuniet via Unsplash
She loved to watch the unicorns as they took their ease amidst the meadow flowers. They shimmered with an allure that drew her eyes time and again. And if no one else could see them – well, that was their problem, really, not hers.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. This week’s prompt is by Fleur Treuniet, via Unsplash.
He’d spent too long reaching for the light – forever striving towards an unobtainable ideal. Anchored within the pitchy depths of perceived reality, nothing ever attained the perfection to which he aspired. But it was time for him to acknowledge: the light already burned within him, and it always had.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. This week’s prompt is by Edwin Undrade.
My internet is still being rather hit and miss, I’m afraid, so I’m still not spending as much time on the blog as I generally like to. I am, though, trying to make my way around everyone’s sites – which is a very slow process when pages take forever to load! If I haven’t visited you during the last week or two, please be patient. I will make it around to everyone eventually. 🙂
Unfortunately, I forgot to schedule this post while I was at work today, so I’m hoping I actually manage to get it up this evening…
Photo prompt © Roman Kraft via Unsplash
He’d seemed like such a sweetheart. He’d brought her flowers, held her hand, and kissed her with a passion that whispered ‘forever’ into her dreams. But then he was gone, leaving nothing but the scattered crumbs of her broken heart in his wake.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. This week’s photo prompt is by Roman Kraft via Unsplash.
My internet connection is still practically nonexistent, I’m afraid, so yet again this post has been scheduled while I’m on my lunch break at work. To everyone who has visited, liked, or commented over the past week, I’m not ignoring you, I’m just finding it very hard to return visits and reply to comments at the moment! I do appreciate every one of you. ❤
Photo prompt © Daniel Cheung
His life had been mapped out from the minute he’d been born. His parents had never listened when he’d expressed his preferences; they’d claimed to know what he needed in order to be successful. But he didn’t have to listen to them any more – his life was his own, and no one else’s.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. This week’s prompt is by Daniel Cheung via Unsplash.
The internet connection in the village is being temperamental again at the moment, so I’m not sure how many blogs I’ll be able to visit or comments I’ll be able to respond to over the next few days. There have been BT engineers out checking over things pretty much constantly since Thursday, but things don’t seem to have improved yet. Any connection we get seems to gone again a minute later. It’s very frustrating. I’ve scheduled this post while on my lunch break at work. It’s a little hurried, so I hope it’s okay.
He hadn’t intended to cause such an abysmal mess. It had just been a prank: just stupid, childish folly. But, as blaring sirens grew steadily closer, he knew he was in deep water – and he had no one to blame but himself.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. This week’s prompt is by Sean Tan.