AN: This is Written by Tarja Tuominen's "seitsemän virkkeen novelli kaava" (seven sentence short story formula) and believe it or not, but there IS only seven sentences, you may count yourself.
I had fun writing this, and I wish many of you will write your own, and if you do, please sent me a copy (or link) of it so I can read it!
Hah, I'm the master of extending sentences more than any law should allow.
Formula:
1. Describe the landscape.
2. someone / something does/ is doing something.
3. Someone says something.
4. Someone says something or answers etc.
5. A surprising turn point of events.
6. Someone does something.
7. The short story ends at the describe of the scenery.
Smoke
At the outskirts of the city, near the snow covered forest, the moon was illuminating it's light from the snowflakes that were silently falling over the darkness that had over consumed the whole view: even the lonely light-post didn't bring it's light to the deserted scenery.
Under the light-post a lonely, scrawny figure who was only wearing ripped jeans regardless the cold, lifted his cigarette between his lips, and breathed in that holy smoke, creating one lonely spark that lighted up his face, shoving off his tired, yellow eyes, and pale skin that was faintly covered by his long hair, but the view was soon covered as the person out haled the smoke, letting it silently hover over his face, creating gray curls and strings of smoke to the air above him.
Finally the person lowered the cigarette, and let the smoke rise between his lips, and hover over his face as he said: "World doesn't have place for outcasts like me."
Right then a faint bang was heard from the side street, and another person walked beside him, snatching the cigarette from him, and as the person looked at him in the eyes, he remembered who the up comer was: he was that shy teenager from totally different group of friends, hanging around people he himself couldn't stand, and that just made him wonder: what a person with everything one could want and desire would do here, at the outskirts, with him, and when he was about the snatch his smoke back, the other said: "Oh, how right you are with that one, mein freund."
The boy he knew was now acting different from the way he always did in school, and he even looked different, there was almost no thing that could connect these two seemingly different persons, expect the features of his, and his voice, and as if to proof his point, the other did something really unexpected, and instead of extinguishing the fire, he, too, took a great inhale of the smoke.
He couldn't believe his eyes as the most innocent boy from the whole school was then smoking with him, bemoaning their fate, and just as he thought that surprises would never cease, the other grabbed him on a comforting embrace, hugging his clammy and exposed skin against the others all around by midnight dark blue fur covered side.
Soon, a cloud hovered over the moon, and that lonely spark soon died from the end of the cigarette, and all too soon the light died from everywhere around the two newly found friends, hiding them both away from the society that had cruelly thrown them both aside, while gray smoke was forming shapes above their heads, and the still silently falling snow covered their hair and skin under it's cold embrace.