Friday, May 8, 2015

Hint Fiction

Ghost
The soulless body next to me stirred. I’m searching for something I can’t reach.

Hurricane
She is a wanderess. She doesn’t belong to a city, doesn’t belong to a man. She is a brewing storm.
Somewhere
White sheets, bright lights, and crooked smiles. He says, “This is where it begins.”

Where are You Now?
I gave you the key when the door was locked, but now I need you.

White Teeth Teens
The girl walks, ashamed, with her head down through the halls. The others stand by watching, laughing.

Blank
I’m trying not to let it show. I don’t want to let this go. I promised you wouldn’t complete me.

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