Sunday, April 17, 2011
50 Word Short Story
She opens her eyes and feels her heart racing; the indigence to carry on is prominent in her unsteady hand. Her fingers twist around the nearest pen, clutching it tightly her knuckles faded to white. The curves of each letter filling pages upon pages with lavish lands and curious life.
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This came out so good! especially since we kept having to rewrite them in class!
ReplyDeleteI love this so much, Ursh!! I love the descriptive imagery you used and I'm left thinking about your story!
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