Short Story Tuesday
I am given ten words from the mouth of my friend Sommer.
I am then to turn said words into something structured and elaborate that somewhat resembles a story.
Welcome to a new weekly segment called Short Story Tuesdays.
Acid Balls & Deadfalls (Diamonds & Detriments)
Enjoyment
Lame
Reciprocate
Tangible
Lament
Reiterate
Wrong
Hot
Futile
Little
Benjamin had been here before, but this time if just felt wrong, lame almost. This unearned proximity of intimacy felt like a stolen diamond in his hot little hands, like something almost tangible. His enjoyment had usually been embellished from afar, where no harm could be done.
Now his futile attempts at courting his close friend Chloe had turned sour. Lament spread deeply through his stomach like a ball of acid, as he reiterated to himself a mantra of negative thinking, whats the point, shes not going to reciprocate
Other Space
Imagine
Anything
Testimonial
Liquid
Exhaust
Resent
Eyelashes
Chloe
Absent
Milk
Imagine if you will, Anything else.
Any other place, Any other time, in any other space. This is where Chloe Barnes of Michigan wants to be. But she is not.
Chloe sits in a car, the car sits in traffic, her and the exhaust sharing much in common. She recites a testimonial inside her head, the one which had promised to escape her from places like this. She begins to resent this inanimate intangible wall that holds her up and keeps her away, like a giant mesh nude stocking. Her eyes become absent, her eyelashes leak a milky dark liquid, her lipstick artfully dishevelled.
I am given ten words from the mouth of my friend Sommer.
I am then to turn said words into something structured and elaborate that somewhat resembles a story.
Welcome to a new weekly segment called Short Story Tuesdays.
Acid Balls & Deadfalls (Diamonds & Detriments)
Enjoyment
Lame
Reciprocate
Tangible
Lament
Reiterate
Wrong
Hot
Futile
Little
Benjamin had been here before, but this time if just felt wrong, lame almost. This unearned proximity of intimacy felt like a stolen diamond in his hot little hands, like something almost tangible. His enjoyment had usually been embellished from afar, where no harm could be done.
Now his futile attempts at courting his close friend Chloe had turned sour. Lament spread deeply through his stomach like a ball of acid, as he reiterated to himself a mantra of negative thinking, whats the point, shes not going to reciprocate
Other Space
Imagine
Anything
Testimonial
Liquid
Exhaust
Resent
Eyelashes
Chloe
Absent
Milk
Imagine if you will, Anything else.
Any other place, Any other time, in any other space. This is where Chloe Barnes of Michigan wants to be. But she is not.
Chloe sits in a car, the car sits in traffic, her and the exhaust sharing much in common. She recites a testimonial inside her head, the one which had promised to escape her from places like this. She begins to resent this inanimate intangible wall that holds her up and keeps her away, like a giant mesh nude stocking. Her eyes become absent, her eyelashes leak a milky dark liquid, her lipstick artfully dishevelled.