The warm lights beckoned like a beacon of hope – of a place to rest, perhaps a meal, hopefully a phone…
The inviting aroma of coffee and freshly baked cookies didn’t let him wonder about the unusualness of an unlocked door.
Until, suddenly, all the lights went out and a blood-curdling shriek pierced the stillness.
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Written in response to The Three Line Tales #285
“It’s all about knowing the laws of nature, self-confidence and of course a lot of practice.
A perfect wheelie is a fine balancing act.”
“Sounds a lot like life!”
Written in response to Week 284 of Three Line Tales
Two years since I partied and I’m feeling the blue
When my age is counted, I’m skipping these two
Come take a lick of cake girl; it’s just me and you
Written in response to Three Line Tales 283
Dream merchants selling hope through shirts and memorabilia
encouraging us to dream of a space and time where all will be free…
While in the now their borders and fences divide us
and manipulative politics rob us of humanity.
Fly high… way high… beyond the sky…
so high that you see not those stripped of basic dignity.
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Written in response to Three Line Tales 282
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Looking up at the national bird…
Looking down upon the people of the nation…
O how our ministers do enjoy their station!
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You are a creature of the Gods
The sky your canvas
The earth your palette
Written in response to Week 279 of Three Line Tales
From dust we come, to dust return
Yet let the journey between be worthwhile.
What greater legacy can we leave, than to bring a young one smiles.
Written for the photo prompt of Week 251 of Three Line Tales
Pale moonlight blankets turmoil land
Scavengers watch carnage below
Disturbia
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Written for Three Line Tales 249
Ah, the lights that dazzle pretty and bright
And such beautiful people in my sight
Yet no one beside me to set my heart alight
Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales 248
Like barbed wires…
they come between you and that of which you dream.
You may not mount and ride, nor be one with stallion and wind;
Yet you can’t but reach for that one tantalizing touch of what could be.
In response to Three Line Tales 247
