Three Line Tales: Overwhelmed, Not Making a Dent, Engrossed Reading.


Glen Noble

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1. I’m surrounded by a gazillion books and where to start I don’t know because the truth is this bookstore is what the inside of my IBooks Library on my tablet looks like, it’s only that I don’t have to see all the books surrounding me and become claustrophobic, trapped by books stacked on and over other books; I don’t have to worry about being crushed by an unsteady pile of books with my tablet; I’ve found how books are such a freeing pastime; but in here, reading can also make you overwhelmed and panicked because even picking up one book you still have thousands to go in this bookstore.

2. It drives me insane how one book didn’t make a dent in these books packed densely in the book shop — and even after I read ten books, it wasn’t enough to make it look as if I’d accomplished reading much of anything at all; I should mention it’s not my goal to read everyone of these damn books, only the good ones but why you would mix up good books with books that were inconsequential and terrible I’m still trying to figure out because your bookstore is wasting my time; I could be reading  books that make me relax or cause me to think about the greater picture of life.

3. I fell asleep an exciting book in my hand. I don’t remember how far I got in this book but you locked up the store and I lay on a comfy chair for reading and I couldn’t stop reading because the ideas of colourful and amazing prose, kept taking me away in journeys inside these books and as soon as one ended I was driven to read it’s sequel or another book by that writer; the smell of old books is truly unique, something future generations will miss; but right now I’m engulfed by that slightly musty scent of old books and it is delicious and peaceful as I read until sunrise.

Thank you to Sonya for hosting 3Line challenge.

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Flash Fiction for The Purposeful Practitioner: The Price


When I removed the contents from my tote-bag, I was perturbed to see a tattered book inside.“I could see the corner of folded yellow parchment sticking out of the torn lining of the battered book.” 

“What’s this?” I whispered. Instantly, I heard chanting. In my mind I pictured two woman murmering magic with candles in a circle around them. It was as if the image had been placed in my mind.

Suddenly, the parchment opened in front of me. Oddly, the symbols on the parchment made sense to me. The parchment was a spell for immortality. I had no time to think, the words of the incantation flew from my lips:

Live forever, consequences well known,

Speak the words, let your time now cease flow,

Your string never snipped, fate overlooked you,

Alone, you will wander, the cost is many souls.

When I stopped chanting, the parchment and the book had disappeared. My boyfriend stomped in the front door. Before I gave him a hello kiss, he said: ” Something about you is different.” Then I kissed him hungrily and he disintegrated in my hands. I burst into tears and I learned the price of eternal life — my kiss was the kiss of death.

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Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting this Flash Fiction challenge.

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Poem: Rispetto – “Rereading on Vacation.”


A Rispetto, an Italian form of poetry, is a complete poem of two rhyme quatrains with strict meter. The meter is usually iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abab ccdd. A Heroic Rispetto is written in Iambic pentameter, usually featuring the same rhyme scheme.

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Book by Pool
Reading a Book by the Pool (www.polishonline.org)

I imagine I’m at the pool,

The sun shines and I tan a bit,

I’m reading a book from school,

Falling asleep I read and sit.

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I never read this book back then.

I’m not sure why I read it when,

I could immerse myself in water,

And forget these wrote words slaughtered.

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Poem: Word Wrestling 


Pages of books not written; I’m smitten with writing and making connections. Between the exertions of the mind and the final piece laid out before me; a master piece a sculptural word image.

Many pages have been torn out so worn with notes and ink they had to be reborn upon the laptop screen, reformed and moved around until an agitation would cease to exist inside the writer’s mind.

Placing words are like placing memories. A smell of leather and glue can you bring you back to those first books, the classics, made in ancient form; but now the books aren’t even paperback or on thick paper; now the books are read from phones and tablets. It’s a new form of perception for words.

Words have no meaning until you make them a sentence, until you move them around with more of their kind and place them between periods, commas, semi-colons, question marks, and other punctuation. But in saying that, arrange them properly or abandon all hope.

Words don’t have meaning until you say what you mean using examples and making the sound of the words pleasing; perhaps, you’ll alliterate or personify. Or maybe you’ll say exactly what you meant sparsely and short.

These words are all tools to build the illustrious novel, the poetry book, the poster, the newsletter, or the magazine. You can use them with images snapped by a camera, but you can make them an image. Smash together words like ants coming from a hole in the wall.

You can poison with words the way you kill ants – Borax and Icing sugar – a deadly sweet treat like words that linger for their artifice. Words that are artificial, extending their life just to be, we don’t need them here.

We could spend hours debating word usage, sentences, and clauses. But who cares really? I just wanted you to comprehend the connection of words to final draft, to your fait accompli. I wanted you to dream while you type away that words can actually mean a great deal when they are used properly.

They can snake into your mind, a superhuman surprise and in a rush you’ll hurry to write down your word picture. You’ll create another part, a piece of the pie, and for moments you’ll dream sipping on endings. And eventually it will fit, click and create the last words ever written on the subject by your author, unknown. But you can call her Jane Doe.

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Saturday Matters


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I have been trying to stay busy as classes have wrapped up for me. The last couple years has ended in spring with me and a bunch of ebooks to read. I am reading  Grey the Fifty Shades Grey from Christian’s point of view. I like it because it’s interesting to have his view on Ana and I dislike it for the same reason. At times he is in such awe of Anastasia and wonders how she could have a good effect on him. At other times I just wish he’d keep his perverted dirty mind to himself because unlike Ana’s view of the story, you’re not just seeing a sweet mostly tolerant Christian, your also seeing a dark sometimes gross and misspoken Christian in his thoughts. I’m positive guys are the more perverted sex in real life, in Grey most definitely. What would interest me more was to see what he is thinking when he has changed and decided not to be the dominant but the loving boyfriend who wants to marry Ana. That would share the sweetness of the original books.And I just found out today E.L. James is indeed planning to do Fifty Shades Darker  from Christian’s view, so for that I am happy.

It’s Ramadan and I detest it a bit as holy as it is for Muslims. To me this just means forty days where I hardly get to see my boyfriend. And if I do it’s 11:00 pm at night and difficult if not impossible some nights to stay up and see him. Plus, I really do not think it’s healthy that he is not drinking water during the day, especially in hot weather or in his hot apartment. He tells me he is use to it but I still don’t believe that that is healthy.

I have to decide on something new in school. I want to do Creative Writing but an MFA is so expensive. A certificate is expensive so I might as well get the MFA. Editing is just not for me I am not that detailed and I can’t get my marks above or at a seventy. That’s not good for editing. I’m just more of a writer I suppose. But the good news is I have finally found someone at the University of Alberta willing to work with me to finish my last course in Residential Design so I can get that Certificate from home and not have to go to class because I can’t do the night classes. I will be taking History of Furnishings and doing my own studying at home and going in the day to write the exams. Any assignments I will also hand in in the day to the Liberal Studies office. So, that’s something exciting. After, I think I will just look for more writing courses. Simon Fraser University still had some writing courses you could take online but not in their Certificate for Creative Writing. For now, that might be a good idea until I can do my MFA in Creative Writing at UBC.

I’ve also started a new feature on my blog Literary Lion on my blog by I am Smith on Wednesday’s. It’s a 400 word story based on a word prompt. It’s great to have the freedom to write more and if anyone wants to join please check out one of my Literary Lion blogs for the link at the bottom of the page to Laura’s page. This is also means I have a ton more reading to do along with my Tuesday feature Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers so I will do my best to read all that I can and comment but if I miss you one week I’m sorry.

Also, I am a big fan of Lush products. If you love natural products that are lovely for your

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skin and hair I encourage you try them. I recently got a purple shampoo (for blond and grey hair) and a great nourishing conditioner. Plus, I don’t think I have ever written to you about their lip scrub so that blog to come as soon as I get around to it as well as a makeup blog of a few odds and ends.

That’s all for now.