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rainbowfic2013-02-07 06:23 pm
dark_kana) wrote in rainbowfic2013-02-07 06:23 pm
Skyblue pink with striped polka dots 15 - Acanthus 2 - Miniature - Photography
Name: Kana
Title: Playground
Story: Memories once stolen
Characters:
Colors: Skyblue pink with striped polka dots 15. “And the turtles, of course... All the turtles are free - As turtles and, maybe, all creatures should be.” - Acanthus 2 Stone
Supplies and Styles: Miniature - Photography
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Before the revolution.
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Her eyes cloud over when she sees the empty playground. She still remembers the times she and her brother played here. Without worries. Without a care in the world. And even when she was all grown-up, when she was too old to spend her time in the play garden, she remembers the younglings playing around.
She loved walking around here. Loved listening to the children's laughter.
But now there is nothing. No laughter. No life. Even the animals hide...
Angry she kicks a stone. Ignoring the pain that flashes through her foot. But it’s a sign she’s not dead yet.
Title: Playground
Story: Memories once stolen
Characters:
Colors: Skyblue pink with striped polka dots 15. “And the turtles, of course... All the turtles are free - As turtles and, maybe, all creatures should be.” - Acanthus 2 Stone
Supplies and Styles: Miniature - Photography
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Before the revolution.
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Her eyes cloud over when she sees the empty playground. She still remembers the times she and her brother played here. Without worries. Without a care in the world. And even when she was all grown-up, when she was too old to spend her time in the play garden, she remembers the younglings playing around.
She loved walking around here. Loved listening to the children's laughter.
But now there is nothing. No laughter. No life. Even the animals hide...
Angry she kicks a stone. Ignoring the pain that flashes through her foot. But it’s a sign she’s not dead yet.
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