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rainbowfic2014-10-18 10:08 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2014-10-18 10:08 pm
White 1, Hills of Iowa 11: Heartbeat
Author: Kat
Title: Heartbeat
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: White 1 (white noise), hills of Iowa 11 (I have lost to February.)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, acrylic (Your heartbeat), feathers (Your character's partner doesn't love them anymore.), yarn (this picture), beading wire (this picture), glue (Although you may be screaming on the inside, it's to your advantage to maintain your gracious manners on the outside.)
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Heartbreak.
Warnings: none.
Notes: I have no idea who these people are.
She leaves the party on wobbling heels, stops on the front porch to stare up at the sky. They're far enough out in the mountains that she can see the stars, a handful of sugar on a black marble counter. She used to draw faces in the spilled sugar, and he would laugh.
He doesn't love her anymore. He didn't say as much, but she can tell. He doesn't smile at her the way he used to.
The party behind her is a white noise blur of laughter and music. She can hear her own heartbeat more clearly than them.
Title: Heartbeat
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: White 1 (white noise), hills of Iowa 11 (I have lost to February.)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, acrylic (Your heartbeat), feathers (Your character's partner doesn't love them anymore.), yarn (this picture), beading wire (this picture), glue (Although you may be screaming on the inside, it's to your advantage to maintain your gracious manners on the outside.)
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Heartbreak.
Warnings: none.
Notes: I have no idea who these people are.
She leaves the party on wobbling heels, stops on the front porch to stare up at the sky. They're far enough out in the mountains that she can see the stars, a handful of sugar on a black marble counter. She used to draw faces in the spilled sugar, and he would laugh.
He doesn't love her anymore. He didn't say as much, but she can tell. He doesn't smile at her the way he used to.
The party behind her is a white noise blur of laughter and music. She can hear her own heartbeat more clearly than them.