Three Line Tales: A Fading Welcome #3LineTales #fiction #amwriting


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.


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I love turquoise and I wonder where these vivid doors lead to and if inside the home the family’s living space is as vibrant and flamboyant as their doors; but then, I also see the lock across the door and it puzzles me. I wonder why someone whose doorway had such architectural character, would make such an effort to keep people out. Perhaps, as the paint peeling off the doors’ bottom, the family’s cheer and welcome has peeled away to worn fatigue and age.


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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Italian Sonnet “The Rooster’s Year” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction #BellLetsTalk


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: SingleDust

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Lunar New Year, this January coming, 

Falls on the twenty-eighth; each year changing. 

Two-days short each month, calendar arranged, 

Every now and then, extra month added some —

Years; sweeping out the bad luck, bring income —

Of good luck for the Rooster’s year; detained

With bad luck being born in Rooster’s year same. 

Chinese all celebrate — dragons welcome. 

Say Rooster’s confident, hardworking, honest

People’s person; then, firecrackers light —

Sky with brilliant red, ends old year; promises, 

Year of luck, decorated scarlet; fond —

Kids gifted with cash; all enjoy the night, 

Dragons, food, and firecrackers delight

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See: “When Is Chinese New Year 2017? How to Celebrate and What the Year of the Rooster will Mean” by Mickey Smith 

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One-Hundred-Word Wednesday Flash Fiction: No Longer Lost #flashfiction #fiction #amwriting #100wordwednesday 


Thank you to Bikergurl for hosting 100 Word Wednesdays.

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Cale ensured he arrived at the beach before sunrise. The sun peaked over the mountains in the distance. Then slowly the light crept in to highlight foam capped ocean waters. The light encompassed the night sky, turning darkness into a washed out pale blue accented by a wash of orange. 

The brilliant sunrise continued and Cale felt the welcome warmth in his limbs, humming in  rhythm with the tide. He was thrilled, filled with a buoyant happiness he hadn’t felt in ages. 

Shifting his backpack, he noticed the shimmer of gold dust raining down on him, as his body began to float off the beach. 

A radiant sparkle in front of him giggled: ” ‘Second star to the right , straight on ’till morning,’ right?” He smiled, no longer a lost boy. 

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” Lost Boy” – Ruth B 

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