J.M. Williams

A home for all things fantasy and sci-fi.

Ice Ice Raven – 3LineTales

Oct
26
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photo by Julien Laurent

Its name was Ice; of course it was.

Kevin held his hand out to the bird, switching on his boombox with the other–Step back, collaborate and listen…

The raven’s dance moves were uncanny.

*Written as a response to the Three Line Tales Week 91 photo prompt.

A Two for One — 3LineTales

Oct
13
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Photo by Austin Chan

For this week’s Three Line Tales I came up with two–rather obvious–responses. You guys can tell me which is better. Here’s the first try:

Cadriel leaned heavily on the bar, sipping his IPA from a tulip glass–having been around since the creating of beer, he was a bit of a connoisseur–pondering his existence. He set his cold drink down hard, watching the fog evaporate off the glass, revealing the image of a sword. Recovering from his shock, the angel of death rose from seat and approached the miscreant biker gang conversing loudly in the room’s opposite corner.

That one derives from the religious connotations of  “looking for a sign,” though with a celestial being swapped for the typical human. Here’s the next one:

Luke Skywalker rubbed away a stain on the old, decrepit bar, staring down a shady twi’lek who still had not paid for his drinks. “The sign’s a joke–an old jedi thought I might be the chosen one,” Luke said to another nearby patron, “but I never really bought that rubbish, and the New Republic hasn’t worked out as I was hoping.” Raising a hand towards the deadbeat twi’lek, Luke said, “You want to pay your bill.”

This one follows on the obvious source of the sign’s wording, which derives from the infamous “These are not the droids you are looking for,” line from the original Star Wars. Though, I’m not one for fanfic, so I don’t know how I feel about this story. Nevertheless, I felt compelled to write it. 

So which one do you prefer?

~J.M.

The Birth of a Master – 3LineTales

Oct
05
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photo by Kira auf der Heide 

“Master, I’ve completed my work.”

“What’s this?…I asked you to paint reality in its purest form.”

“This is it–here we see only that which is true to the nature of the page, air and dust and pulp, untainted by the arrogance of man.”

*Written as a response to the Three Line Tales Week 88 photo prompt. 

~J.M.

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Only One – 3LineTales

Sep
28
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Photo by Bryan Minear

My breath is heavy; I can’t catch it, nor the blood seeping out from the slash along my side. It was a hard fight, and for a moment I thought it was over for me. But the final blow was mine, and now I can feel…the quickening! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

*Written as a response to the Three Line Tales Week 87 photo prompt. Yes, I know this is technically four lines, but the last bit was mandatory. 

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What a Word! – 3LineTales

Sep
24
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Photo by Ben White

The wonders of reading still struck Tommy like wild kicks from rowdy kangaroos; by the age of three he had moved on from pretty pictures to the colorful world of words. One such word now drew his full attention, forcing his eyes and mouth open in shock. It was a word his father had once said in frustration, had warned Tommy never to utter; Tommy mouthed it silently, defiantly–poppycock!

*Written as a response to the Three Line Tales Week 86 photo prompt.

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A Brilliant Discovery – 3LineTales

Sep
15
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Photo by Matt Palmer

He held it up on a the end of a stick, amazed to have found such light in the bleak backdrop of arctic darkness. Micheal brought it closer to his face, hoping for a better view, as sparky bits of luminescence leapt from its body into the night air. His eyes, and soul, opened wide when the creature smiled back at him.

*Written as a response to the Three Line Tales Week 85 prompt.

The Collapse – 3LineTales

Sep
04
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Photo by Dev Benjamin

All the birds that hovered overhead have fallen from the sky. A peninsula divided is once again united by war. When will we learn the opening shots are always words?

*Written as a response to the Three Line Tales Week 83 photo prompt.

**Sorry for the gloom. Recent news has been hitting close to home.

On a lighter note, should this be framed as a poem rather than prose? I’m getting a poetic vibe from it. Wholly unintentional.

All the birds that hovered overhead have fallen from the sky.

A peninsula divided is once again united by war.

When will we learn the opening shots are always words?

How does it look in verse? I feel like it would flow better if I cut “once again” in the middle line. Ideas?

~J.M.

Death All Around – 3LineTales

Aug
25

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The serpentine body floated atop a pond of tar–except it wasn’t a body, only those bits that were left behind after life had faded completely. Grey knew he needed to get back to his group, but couldn’t help but wonder at the meaning of it all. So transfixed by the deathly image, he failed to see the pack of velociraptors emerging from the fern bushes.

*Written as a response to the Three Line Tales Week 82 photo prompt.

No Trace of the Offense – 3LineTales Week 81

Aug
17

(Photo by Cathal Mac)

 

They gathered for dinner–drinking red wine from crystal glasses–and, his tongue loosened by the drink, Piero spoke his mind. His host showed no sign of concern, only asking for the pizza oven to be lit for the second course. Come morning, even Piero’s ashes had be swept away.

*Written as a response to the Three Line Tales Week 81 photo prompt.

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A March of Indignation – 3LineTales

Jun
01

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Lord Bubblesworth strutted along the seawall, admiring the vastness of his domain, breathing in the salty air, eyeing the fish which hid just under the surface. He marched on, to his other palace, where the servants did not call him Bubblesworth. He was a lord, after all, and a lord could only bear so much impropriety.

*Written as a response to the Three Line Tales Week 70 photo prompt.