Time To Fly… Three Line Tales

Gina wrote in a notepad. She was scribbling fast. There are many things to do, stuff to attend to and it was time to live each day rather than getting through them in motions.  It  was time to explore. To learn about herself, to grow stronger and make a difference. © Deborah Glover, 2017 Image…

Dark Soul…Three Line Tales

Alex sat in the dark. The skies were very black and the whole village he could see from the hill which stood like a monstrosity. All the crimes he had committed are yet to come to limelight. No one sees the truth behind his smiles. The farmer daughter he raped. The old woman he stole…

Lifetime Crush…Three Line Tales

She couldn't believe her eyes, what he has become was so far from the person he used to be. Tim was her lifetime crush and she always compared all the men in her life to him. Tim was still fun to be with, he was everything he used to be but with the newly acquired…

Armed Gentlemen… Three Lines Tales

He is a thief, he tried to steal the book of Peace from Greece but he also saved the prince from death. He was invited to the palace alongside his crew. They all seem to be gentlemen now that they were dressed in suit. The palace guard bellows "Drop your weapons!" They started to remove…

Mysterious Night… Three Line Tales

She sat on the quilt this was the third night she had been held captive. Dame said he loved her but indeed it was pure lust. He had her body every night. She used to detest it but tonight, she expects him with a fervor. She was ready to stop being passive and give him…

Visitors… Three Line Tales

They came visiting again. By now everyone in the neighborhood must think I'm crazy. Who sets fire on the sand every day and even at odd times at night. It is just a premonition or call it a nagging feeling, I know when the soldier ants reach inside my wooden gates. © Deborah Glover, 2016…

Favourite Pastime… Three Line Tales Week 21

She heard feet on the road, it's been ages since she had gone out to watch running in the stadium. People watching has been her favourite pastime. She rolled the wheel chair to the window, hoist herself on the window sill armed with binoculars and looked down from the third storey building. Behold a pretty…

The Picture… Three Line Tales.

They were the loveliest cakes ever. I had a picture, hanging on my wall. A reminiscence of all the good times, my siblings and I had. When our Mama cupcakes were our best highlights. Though she is gone, the cupcakes time will forever be a part of us. © Deborah Glover, 2016 Image credit; Stephanie…

Waiting

Arianna stood at the top of the watch tower, this had been her practice ever since James went to war against the Saxons. There has been no news and she would not let the long wait deter her from keeping an occasional watch each evening till the moon came out. She prayed every night fervently…

Haunted

Walking through the old house, the silence was eerie. The hall was empty. I wondered if the stories about it were true. The swords hanging on the wall, the portraits of slaves and the calabashes. Music drifted from an adjoining room to me. I moved into the next room to investigate what was happening and…