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rainbowfic2012-08-17 02:20 pm
dark_kana) wrote in rainbowfic2012-08-17 02:20 pm
Ember 23 - Transparent 23 - Photography
Name: Kana
Title: Pensive
Story: Memories once stolen
Characters: Nelly
Colors: Ember 23 Sun – Transparent 23 Atmosphere
Supplies and Styles: Photography
Word count: 167
Rating: PG
Summary: The eve before the Revolution
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
She is standing on her terrace. Watching the sun go down. There is a cool breeze. It plays with her hair. With some of the locks that have escaped her ponytail. A black ribbon keeping her red hair together.
Her thoughts dwell to tomorrow. She is not too proud to admit that she is scared – terrified even – of what is yet to come. Something inside her warns her. Yet she pushes it away. Her instinct. The one thing she has always trusted most about herself. Deep down, she knows she is going to regret not listening to it.
Her gaze travels to the bars of the balustrade. A fly caught in a spider’s web. Struggling desperately to get free. From the corner of the web, slowly – as if to torment its captive a little more – arrives the hunter. Moving in for the kill.
Nelly shivers, backs away. Flinches when she feels the door against her back. She can’t help feeling like the fly. Captive. Trapped. Waiting… Dead.
Title: Pensive
Story: Memories once stolen
Characters: Nelly
Colors: Ember 23 Sun – Transparent 23 Atmosphere
Supplies and Styles: Photography
Word count: 167
Rating: PG
Summary: The eve before the Revolution
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
She is standing on her terrace. Watching the sun go down. There is a cool breeze. It plays with her hair. With some of the locks that have escaped her ponytail. A black ribbon keeping her red hair together.
Her thoughts dwell to tomorrow. She is not too proud to admit that she is scared – terrified even – of what is yet to come. Something inside her warns her. Yet she pushes it away. Her instinct. The one thing she has always trusted most about herself. Deep down, she knows she is going to regret not listening to it.
Her gaze travels to the bars of the balustrade. A fly caught in a spider’s web. Struggling desperately to get free. From the corner of the web, slowly – as if to torment its captive a little more – arrives the hunter. Moving in for the kill.
Nelly shivers, backs away. Flinches when she feels the door against her back. She can’t help feeling like the fly. Captive. Trapped. Waiting… Dead.
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This doesn't predict much good to come, she should have heeded the warning.
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The bars really do keep on getting back, don't they? Here. And then the fence in the dream... :p
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