Gemma here! (aka LunaEquus) I was surfing DeviantArt today and came across a marvelous writing form called "55 word stories". I haven't had a chance to research them much, but this particular type is made of ten sentences. The first sentence must be ten words, and each following sentence must be one word shorter than the preceding one. I though it was clever and made a few for AGATB! I'll eventually make more, and maybe Ammeg (T.G.A.2.B) will too.
Freedom – the girls
Blossoms rain down upon the emerald grass of their paradise. The Strong one picks blooms to change and transform. Beauty weaves elaborate crowns for these carefree princesses. Plump berries hold the juice of temptation. Hope plucks and passes them around. Lips pucker around red jewels. The girls share smiles. Song sings sweetly. Of what? Freedom.
Busted - Felicity
She meets him in the clearing behind the old boathouse. His eyes glitter like the most precious Gypsy gold. She's a vision in white – skin, dress, hair. They melt together in gruff, giddy laughter. It's a freedom for them both. Shocked girl stumbles upon them. They freeze in dismay. Silver eyes narrow. Green worry. Busted.
Trapped - Pippa
Her pretty violet eyes narrow in disgust at his lewdness. A big, meaty fist clenches her small, gloved hand. She is distraught – her friends needn't do this. Beautiful girls deserve handsome husbands. But he is an old walrus. Trained smiles hide her terror. She's a doomed trophy. Parents don't care. Selfish fiends. Trapped.
Numb - Ann
The cardinal sampler is embroidered with far too much red. Unfortunately, the thread has nothing to do with it. The needle is clumsy and often slips away. She doesn't seem to recognize her canvas. The needle slices thin, precise lines. Blood colors the bird's wings. It colors the leaves. Doesn't she notice? She doesn't. Numb.
Fighter - Gemma
Mourning girl finds herself within a stone prison of roses. Expectations are high, though her spirits couldn't be lower. There's no comfort to seek among the living. Sexuality visits her, cloaked with sneering lips. Visions leave her fearing for madness. Friends tempt with whiskey smiles. Magic flows through her. She takes control. Never conquered. Fighter.
Uncertainty – Kartik
Cloaked boy stands swathed in darkness as he watches her. Golden red curls bounce upon her pale, freckled shoulders. A branch snaps, threatening his concealment in shadow. She investigates, an angel in the window. Though he is hidden, she knows. Green eyes linger on brown. He holds his breath. She turns away. His feelings? Uncertainty.
Short, fun, and to the point! What do you think? Please review!
Loves the shiny new collaboration account with best friend,
Gemma (the fan fictionally inclined of the duo)