photo by Mahdis Mousavi via Unsplash
ustairs and downstairs
getting nowhere very fast
with nowhere to go
~kat
A Haiku for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge inspired by the photo above by Mahdis Mousavi via Unsplash.
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Upstairs Downstairs
ustairs and downstairs
getting nowhere very fast
with nowhere to go
Bait – A Three Line Tale
photo by Joel Filipe via Unsplash
“I don’t think it’s safe to swim here,” Chuck mumbled, as he spied the bloom undulating just below the surface.
“Those jellies will leave us alone, you’ll see,” Tom scoffed as he plunged into the deep, disbursing the jellies in every direction only to be surrounded by them once more when the splash settled.
Tom struggled against the stinging web of tentacles, eventually drowning, as Chuck’s face twisted into a malevolent smirk, “that was easier than I thought it would be…stupid fool.”
~kat
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge inspired by this photo by Joel Filipe via Unsplash.
Octo-Cat
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by Timothy Meinberg via Unsplash.
He showed up at their front door one stormy night, flea-ridden, battle-worn, sopping wet and one who had likely used up at least eight of his nine lives.
They called him Scamp, took him in as one of their own, gave him the finest food and a plush pillow to sleep on.
But the old Tom could not be domesticated, escaping often the comfort and safety of home to roam the docks where he had his fill of fish guts and the salty taste of freedom.
~kat
Disturbed
photo by Carson Arias via Unsplash
When Frieda was young, her older brother tormented her, decapitating and hiding the heads of her baby dolls, stuffed animals and lego toys.
He was a troubled soul, you see, who was later institutionalized after he directed his gruesome compulsion from inanimate toys to small animals.
Poor Frieda was troubled in her own way and her acting out as an adult years later, while seemingly harmless to living things, was no less disturbing; her home, a hoarding nightmare of empty lego boxes piled floor to ceiling and piles and piles of the heads she was never able to find as a girl.
~kat
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this interesting photo by photo by Carson Arias via Unsplash.
The Price of Dreams
As the crowds cleared the smokey, dim-lit arena, Joe sat on the edge of the stage softly crooning the first song he ever wrote; her song.
It had launched him into the spotlight; a whirlwind of gigs, the fame, awards and accolades and fawning groupies that he had dreamed of when he plucked that first lick on a second-hand guitar.
But dreams die hard when the road is your mistress, home is an empty shell and all that is left of her is a song.
~kat
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by Paulette Wooten via Unsplash.
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