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Trapdoor – 3LineTales

It’s a complete mess on the surface: heaps of tools, old, rusty and broken, are strewn across the floor.

But somewhere underneath that rubble there’s a trapdoor which leads to my home dimension, and among these tools there’s a key which will let me open it.

I begin my search; I don’t want to be stuck on Earth any longer.


Photo by Ashim D’Silva

Written in response to Sonya’s 3LineTales prompt.

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Immortal Rainbow

After the demons came and devastated the planet, his existence was reduced to a ray of light in the center of an ever-present rainbow. He never thought he’d regret acquiring immortality, but here he was, hovering over a lifeless land, distressed and alone. He wondered what had happened to the other immortals; there were quite a few when humanity was alive. Were they rainbows too or something else entirely?

A new human race sprung forth. Some of the new mortals thought his form was some kind of magic. Others prayed to the awing rainbow. He pitied them, knowing the demons would attack again. When they did, he felt useless, unable to help in any way other than simply glowing.

This new humanity, however, was victorious.

After the remnants of the demonic storm had dissipated, for a moment, his existence was elevated to thousands of rainbows all around the planet, and he felt united with similar silent ethereal beings. Transforming into a lone little light again, he felt himself disappearing from the world. Stray raindrops—his tears—fell on the ground.

He couldn’t have felt happier.

His last thoughts were questions.

What now?

Darkness?

Or a reunion with the ones I’d lost?


Painting: Rainbow by Arkhip Kuindzhi

Hey, hey, hey, this seems like a happy ending! I mean, it’s sort of an open ending but it could totally be happy, right? Right?

Anyway, I tried.

Written for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge (I have no idea how that picture inspired an apocalyptic tale but OK)

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The Assassin’s Task

It wasn’t easy to make himself look like an ancient wandering priest. It was even harder to talk his way into the mansion, but the young assassin had managed it. The powder he’d slipped into Lord Rowan’s drink would kill him by twilight, and no physician would be able to detect the elusive poison.

The boy felt proud of himself, but also scared. He wasn’t sure whether the leaders of the Order would praise him for completing a task assigned to a more experienced assassin or flog him for disobedience. He contemplated different scenarios as he left the Lord’s land, but since none of them ended in sudden death, the boy deemed it safe to show up on his mentor’s doorstep.

After hearing his student’s story, the elder assassin said,

“You use magic well.”

“I tried my best.”

“You… enjoyed killing him, didn’t you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

As the future assassin went to sleep, looking forward to the leaders’ decision, his mind was continuously assaulted by the images of the smiles he’d seen on the faces of Lord Rowan’s children. They didn’t have to kill to be happy, so what was wrong with him?


Written for both the Daily Post prompt and Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge.

Assassins, magic, and Van Gogh. Never thought that combination would inspire a story.

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A Dark Gift

They told me, “Don’t go near that field. A murder of never-dying crows flies above it, and their presence brings great misfortune.”

I didn’t want to listen, so I didn’t, which is why I found myself in the wheatfield on a cloudy summer day, surrounded by the otherworldly birds, their screeching deafening, their flight impossibly fast… and nothing happened. Disappointed, I spent a couple of hours roaming the field, sketching some of the birds and painting the scenery.

Once I came home, I was charged with comforting my sister, whose pet rat had died, and then burying the poor animal. I didn’t succeed with the second task as the rodent came back to life after spending a few moments in my hands.

The Mage Overseers aren’t tolerant to necromancers, so I stay away from the capital, traveling through  villages and wild lands, helping those I can. At other times, my magic goes insane.

More often than not, I find myself in similar fields (sans the deathly birds), reviewing the artworks I made that fateful day. The birds disappeared from them, leaving white sketch paper and an empty acrylic sky.

Their darkness chose to creep into my soul, it seems.


Another story for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge (a less morbid take can be found here).

Van Gogh is too inspiring. No, seriously. I’m sorry. (I’ll try not to write a third one).

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Journey Into the Night

The cold wind was howling, and its wretched song seemed to reflect what was going on inside my soul. As the flock of hollow-eyed crows veiled the sky, I knew it was the end. Nothing constrained me, but I was captive; my brother would make sure the wheatfield stretched out forever from where I was standing, so I’d have no safe place to run.

I said his name so quietly I couldn’t hear my own voice. The next second, my twin stood in front of me. Only his expression was the complete opposite of mine—confident, fearless, murderous. I smiled and closed my eyes, asking him to make it quick.

“This can stop,” he said.

“How?”

He pointed to the birds.

“They claim they can help find the wizard that cursed us.”

In different worlds and in multitudes of lifetimes, we would be born twins, both gifted with magic and the memory of our past lives, and both mortally ill. The sickness would leave one twin only after the other died and plunged into limbo until the next cycle.

“Let’s go,” I said, not caring if it was a trick or whose trick it was.

We followed the crows into the night.

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Written for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge.

I so love this painting. Van Gogh is awesome *dreamy sigh*

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Across the River – #writephoto

There was a path of stone crossing the Great River and disappearing in a thick mist. The boy was told to never set foot on it but this day, he couldn’t resist.

The water raging on either side, he slowly made his way through, keeping his balance. He figured it wouldn’t do him much harm if he fell into the River though. His elders had told him he was immortal, after all.

He got to the end of the path and saw a new world. Or was it always there? The mist disappeared, revealing a clearing where the grass was much brighter than in the boy’s homeland. The forests afar seemed to be alive, not pale and shadowy. The sky was azure, not dark. He heard the elders calling his name from the Spiritworld and wondered what would happen if ventured into this universe. He was taught that the outsiders were dangerous, that they despised the spirit folk. But what if he managed to find somebody kind and accepting?

Filled with hope and the desire for adventure, the spirit took the final step into the human world.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt.

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Defeat the Darkness

Drive away all thoughts of failure. You’re here to win.

“What if I don’t?” Alan was uncertain as he approached the arena.

Your opponent will kill you. You want that? Didn’t think so. You have to kill him first.

“I’ve never killed anyone before.”

This isn’t about killing, kid—

“I know! But I… I feel wrong about coming to this contest. I don’t want to hurt people.”

For a time, the demon’s voice was silent. Then—

Do it, because you can.

The duel began, and Alan wielded all of the magical powers he’d been gifted with, wearing out and wounding his opponent, much to the demon’s pleasure. Alan’s guardian angel screamed at him, barely able to break the demon’s barrier.

He’s not another angel, Alan!

The echo reached Alan’s mind as he was about to smash a deadly lightning bolt into his opponent.

Do it, one voice said.

Don’t, the other begged.

Having made his choice, Alan changed the direction of his spell, sending the demon back to where it came from. He ran, horrified that he could have become such easy prey.

Drive away all thoughts of failure, the angel whispered. You can defeat the darkness.


Today’s Daily Post prompt is drive. This is what came to my mind.

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The Anchor

We weren’t allowed to go beyond the wooden door. The spirits kept us confined to a spacious village by complex spells no adult wizard could unmake. Food was abundant, and we had artificial sunlight, so nobody protested against this captivity, even though every adult would eventually be possessed by a spirit. We were safe when we were kids. However, I was nearing the age when they would overtake me.

“Why can’t we go to that forest?” I’d ask them.

“You’ll die.”

“They say the mushroom clouds still hang over those lands.”

“The radiation will kill you.”

The answers never satisfied me. We were all wizards, weren’t we? I was sure I’d be able to protect myself.

It was a windy day. I was shaking, so were the trees, so was the reality I was bending. I approached a spirit of Sloth who was sound asleep in what used to be my mother’s body. The spirit’s anchor wasn’t hard to find. I took it—Sloth vanished, the body died. Using the anchor to break the barrier at the door, I fled into the realm with no daylight.

It’s been three weeks and I’m still alive, but I have yet to find another human.

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La Porte by Henri Duhem


Written for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge. SOMEDAY I will write a story about rainbows and bunnies (with a happy ending), but it is not this day.

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Tempted

Curiosity took the better of him.

The voice he thought he’d heard seemed painfully familiar. He told his companions to wait for him while he inspected the derelict house across the street. Had they known his reason for going there, they’d laugh.

He wasn’t wrong though. There she was, leaning on the windowsill, ethereal and beautiful, a light smile on her face. Somehow back from the dead, his former wife was beckoning him to come closer.

The temptation was hard to resist.

He waltzed with the mysterious spirit, remembering times long past, wondering, fearing, dreaming. He took a great risk, knowing that if this was a wraith, it would be impossible to break free of its hold.

A frenzied kiss with the image of his loved one quelled his fear for the time being.


Written for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge. Another amazing prompt with a romantic touch. I couldn’t help but make it dark. Sort of.

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Painting: Edward Munch

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3LineTales — Seeking Vengeance

The metallic constructions and glowing letters were primitive, and he saw no evidence of the human race having achieved anything greater than the nuclear bombs they so liked to play with.

The newcomer contemplated how this undeveloped species had managed to come close to his planet, much less damage it… no doubt because of the stupid mistakes of the army commanders.

He ventured further into the city, seeking vulnerabilities; humankind would soon pay for what it had done to his homeland.


Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales Prompt.

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Photo Credit: Charlie Hang