I'm not sure if I'll manage to remember it each week, but I'm definitely going to give it a good go. I come up with the titles first and then write a story to fit it, so they can sometimes be quite surreal. They will mostly be around 100-200 words, so even if I'm feeling really tired and lazy I should still be able to manage it every Friday. I think that setting myself the goal of writing at least one short story a week should be pretty doable and its something which I've been meaning to do for a while now.
I can't promise that they'll be lovely and happy, and I certainly can't promise that they'll be good, but I hope that you'll bravely put up with them and maybe even enjoy some of them.
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Blackberry Thorn.
You
stand in a small clearing; birds chatter all around you but not a
single one can be seen, as if they disappeared long ago and their
songs are just an echo of what once was.
Tall,
thin trees are rooted into the ground as far as the eye can see. They
are as black as coal and wear not a single leaf on their spindly
branches. Unlike the birds, the leaves can be seen. They now lay
peacefully on the ground, blanketing it in a pattern of white and
grey which makes your eye spin.
You
spot a single spot of red jumping out at you from the monochrome
ground and slowly bend to pick it up. Turning the glossy business
card over in your hands you briefly wonder how it ended up here and
who it belonged to. Surely birds, even vanishing ones, dont carry
business cards.
Squinting
at the black text you read one simple sentence:
'You
are all that remains.'
A
single tear rolls down your cheek as you realise that the birdsong
has stopped.
Oohh...shivers...very nicely done. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you very much ^_^
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