SS Prompt 8: The Flowers
Word count: 1800 words exactly
Deadline: 11 August 2021
Please do not post before the deadline.
THE irritating thing about clichés is that they always express more than a grain of truth. When some wiseacre tells me ‘you don’t know what you’ve got until you lose it’, my hackles. rise, but not because I’ve been subjected…...
Bang Bang Bang. She heard the sound but not in the true volume as she looked up, took off the ear buds, and listened again believing she had indeed heard something. Nothing in that moment, but then in another moment…...
His beryl orbs drowned in her reflection upon that still lily pond, his whole being mesmerized by the gentle ginger curls of her locks. When her gaze wandered toward his latent location, his body and limbs morphed within this verdant…...
When S/he was chosen, the person who’d picked it had long fingers that were careful of S/he’s roots and careless about nail care. S/he first understood this boy called Nathan. That sharp smile pierced his cheeks, flashing teeth and joy…...
