disclaimed. i do not own the clique. picture links will be given for credit.
So, has so many inspiring pictures. My challenge for this story is to have at least ten short one-shots (at most 1000 words, no more and may even be drabbles) that do not relate to each other. Each story will be based off a picture that I've found. Enjoy?
Today's: /entry/2471227
I Stumbled, But Ended Up Flying
Written by Genevieve, imperfect dreams
It was a pure moment of rebelling. Claire Lyons had never felt more free in her life. Free to do as she wanted, touch the world, grasp it in her thin and fragile hands. Of course, naughty girls don't have cherry red manicured fingers from OPI.
Claire walked from tent to tent, eyeing everything from aboriginal-like earrings to hats made from strange wools. She realized slightly too late she had left her bag at one of the used book tables. It was too bad because her cell phone was left there. Her day seemed absolutely perfect.
She saw him through the corner of her eye. His many tattoos that lined his arms. It was the perfect accessory to her day. And the best part was that her alpha - the supposed ruler of all things - Massie 'Freaking' Block wasn't there to ruin it.
"Hey, got anything I might be interested in?" she grinned, her marvelous white teeth flashing from the sunlight the beamed down on them.
"Maybe you're looking at it," he said back flatly. Claire took that comment in, then noticed him tapping very lightly on a book of designs. She eyed something and smirked haughtily.
"This equals pure love."
Her arm left the tent and she pushed her Ray Ban sunglasses back onto her face. Claire brushed it very gently and happily, and then handed a crisp bill into his hand. He uttered no words, but looked at her. Her blonde hair following her, Claire Lyons was much amused.
Her hand reached up to touch her hair, and giving the slightest glace back, she walked onward. Away from this place.
Back to the life she knew and, though hated, would always love.
