Tag Archives: #3LineTales

Forgotten (Revisited)

Republished for Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Being relatively new to blogging this was the closest I could find to an April 15th post. Although I had published the odd thing from as early as 2013, Forgotten, which first posted on April 5th, 2020, was my first attempt at fiction, the first blog prompt I’d ever participated in and really was the first entry of the current incarnation of Greg’s Blog. I posted to Sonya’s #threelinetales many times before the last challenge posted on December 30, 2021. Hope you enjoy one of my early posts.

Forgotten

Day by day, she numbs her loneliness in the reflections of a lifeless computer screen.

In a far corner, I sit silent, alone and forgotten.

Oh, how I long to feel her soft hands pulling at my (heart) strings, filling the room around us with her beautiful song.

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New Hope

Adam awoke from cryostasis; Eva and their children had not survived the journey.

Eight centuries and sixty-seven years had passed since New Hope catapulted into the cold vacuum of space, towards a new home.

Humanity lost, Adam walked to the edge of Canis Major, the Great Dog Sea, and undeniably knew what it meant to be alone.

Written for Week 306 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Joshua Earle via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Autobiographical

He wrote some (bad) poetry in his twenties.

Now in his fifties and seeking creative expression,

He would pick up the pen and try again

Written for Week 304 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Toa Heftiba via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Piano Man

She remembers him playing on these keys like it was yesterday.

Her Dad, not Billy Joel, would always be the “Piano Man.”

Holding on to what remains, dancing with the memories resonating from within.

Written for Week 302 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Vladislav Nahorny via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Journey Home

This week’s #TLT Day of the Dead inspired image got me wondering if the dead have rituals they abide by on the other side. Hope you enjoy…

We’d spent the day visiting our loved ones at this year’s ‘Day of the Living’ celebrations and back in the crypt I was feeling sad.

Sitting together, Mom explained, “It is ok to miss our family and friends and someday we will all be together.”

My big sister added, “They must travel their own roads to complete their journey home.” but deep down I just wish they’d hurry up and get here.

Written for Week 301 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Valeria Almaraz via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Young Lovers in a Digital Age

Following his remaining senses Ben awkwardly lurched towards Sarah’s voice; hidden behind the camera’s eye,

She’ll let him find her, but not before capturing the foolish boy and posting his antics to TikTok.

When he finally catches her, he wraps her up in his arms and they fall to the ground laughing forever.

Written for Week 299 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Aedrian via Unsplash.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Fairytale

She lay asleep inside her Guardian’s twisted fairytale cabin, seemingly peaceful yet unwakeable.

She’d been cautioned by childhood stories of forbidden fruit but Antanasia couldn’t resist the crimson apple the craggled old woman carried within the weathered basket on her arm.

With one bite she fell under the witch’s spell, imprisoned in her own nightmare, longing for her fair love to release her from this curse.

Written for Week 298 of Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. Photo credit: Toa Heftiba via Unsplash
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook. All Rights Reserved.