Three Line Tales

I told him to build me a hobbit house, but he didn’t know what that was, so I gave him a copy of Tolkien’s “The Hobbit,” and said, “Here, read this.”

Six months later he called me and told me that my new house was complete and asked me to meet him there, where he asked me what I thought of my hobbit house.

I took one look at it and asked him what kind of kind of acid trip he was on when he read the book.


Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt. Photo credit: Toa Heftiba via Unsplash.

Three line Tales — Still Life

The still water in the canal was like a mirror reflecting the ominous, deep purple clouds overhead.

Nothing at all was stirring and no sign of life could be detected.

A still life in the calm before the storm.


Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. Photo credit: Federico Beccari via Unsplash.

Three Line Tales — Graffiti Artist

Yeah, that’s right, I’m a graffiti artist and I don’t work in front of an audience or for tips, so please move along.

Hey, why are you still out there on the other side of the window staring at me like I’m an animal at the zoo?

Come back tomorrow when I’m done and gawk for as long as you want.


Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt. Photo credit: Victor Furtuna via Unsplash.

Three Line Tales — Motocross Confusion

“I need to get in more practice, Steve, if I’m going to have any chance of making it through the first round of elimination races at the motocross competition this weekend,” Butch said.

“Butch,” his best friend Steve said, “given the cycle you’re on and what you’re practicing, I think you’re confusing motocross, which is an off-road, dirt bike competition, with motorcycle stunt riding, which involves acrobatic stunts such as wheelies, stoppies, and burnouts on street-legal cycles.”

“Dammit, dude,” Butch said, “why didn’t you tell me that sooner before I wasted all this time practicing my street bike stunts?”


Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt. Photo credit: Raul De Los Santos at Unsplash.