What a Cliché • Three Line Tales My entry in Sonya’s challenge for Week 223 of Three Line Tales.
What a cliché • Three Line Tales
Blood, brains and pieces of skull had been dripping their way ever so slowly downwards on the wall above what was once a man’s head, his mouth still full with the pump-action’s barrel, with one muscular hand holding the other end on his six-pack.
‘What a cliché’ Bigsby muttered through her COVID-19 protection mask which sat half crooked on her face in order to allow some room for the thick straw which other end sat in an iced Latte, ‘what possessed him…’ she continued barely audible, more to herself than anyone else ‘…to spend more than two months in this deserted excuse for paradise?’
Her partner, walking over to switch off the mini-stereo on the dresser opposite the luxury twin bed which played the same song on repeat ‘let me take you down to Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty…’, said ‘paradise… what a cliché.’
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Fandango’s Friday Flashback • dVerse Poets Pub. I’ve not been a blogger nearly long enough to be able to go a year back. So this re-post of ‘OpenLinkNight#256’ on #FFF is from December 13, 2019, that I posted on the dVerse Poets Pub.
OpenLinkNight#256 • dVerse Poets Pub
Of all the wild absurdities
With which the heart can cram
Its sad asylum, none’s more daft
Than this mad need, this damn-
Idiot ache to be with you
When I already am.
Kiowara no Fukayabu (early 9th century)
This poem was translated from Japanese by Graeme Wilson
Ali Bomaye! • Three Things Challenge #170 is my entry into this challenge by pensitivity101.
I totally forgot the birthday of the (self-proclaimed) Greatest which was on January 16. The prompt of fight, wound and blood however immediately made me remember. Here’s a small tribute to correct this faux-pas.
He had been spoiling for the Rumble in the Jungle. Certainly the greatest fight of his career. The chance to redeem himself. After he was stripped of his World Champion title for political reasons, he was lusting for blood.It still is a miracle he emerged victorious without so much as a wound n his face. And a beating he took the first 6 or 7 rounds.While many (wrongly) accused him of rope-a-doping, there are those who point out that it was a combination of his unrivaled skills, strategy and his loud mouth. But no matter who’s right or who’s wrong, that single fight in Kinshasa, Zaire proved once and for all that he was the Greatest. Ever. Ali Bomaye!
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Television, Nerve & Unrest • Three Things Challenge #110. This is only my second entry into this writing challenge by pensitivity101. Newbies like myself, for the details on this challenge, click that link to visit the post. Or click on the logo below.
Frustrated the old lady switched the television off again. ‘The nerve those FOX News guys have to cheer on a God forbidden second term. Unrest is imminent!’ she thought bitterly.
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Spit, Split & Spoilt • Three Things Challenge #109 This is my first entry into this writing challenge by pensitivity101. Newbies like myself, for the details on this challenge, click that link to visit the post, or click on the logo below.
‘You thought I wasn’t looking but I saw you spit in my soup. If you want to split up, well then, show some decency and say it to my face! With you being who, or should I say what you are, it’s not that you’re spoilt for choice.’