nights are the worst in winter, when the snow whirls around the building. the air is clean, fresh, hurts to breathe. just a drop of perfume is necessity.
Category: Tiny Stories
Home for the tiny stories I compose, 15 words and under.
a social study
the countess drifted through the rooms on light feet. she had to keep the facade, be something she no longer was. just for a moment, her consciousness shifted, lurched forward, and she looked away: these events would lose fashion soon.
six: viii
Music, repeats: clashing state of mind. Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Challenge.
burning out 1.2 (150)
can't achieve my goals, you say? watch me. for three nights i'm awake on one long all-nighter, sleeping one of every eleven hours, cramming in plans. it isn't my birthdate yet, no extra year between goals and reality. i'm busy, scrabbling at everything i can think of while you run off and blindly follow goalposts. and so… Continue reading burning out 1.2 (150)
burning out 1.1
climbing to every new height, spiralling upwards on a steep incline. lay goals out, make them insurmountable and refuse to budge until the task is budged.
six: viii
Taunting, tempting. So close; can't touch. Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Challenge.
power, 1.2 (150)
build up a story-tower, weave it into being with words and magic. hold it together with love and hope, chase it up with creation for the sake of it. scrawl across a mirror in lipstick a profession of delight; lift and assemble every piece of masonry yourself. (feel the ache as muscles pull and develop their own… Continue reading power, 1.2 (150)
power, 1.1
steal power from uneven sources, climb a tower and throw lightning bolts trying to exceed a limit. dance in a storm, feel electricity crackle around your body. (the limit is your own imposed perception)
six: vii
you're as average as i remember. Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Challenge.
six: vi
whispered it like a reverence; resonance. response to Sometimes Stellar Six Word Story Challenge.