My Aphrodite
Silky, golden, straight and bright; More flowing than a forest sprite’s... It glistened like the morning light-- The hair of my fair Aphrodite. Fairer than…
Farewell
When something ends the memories left behind can become toxic, warped with the pain of goodbye. I challenge you to write a ficly of a time when this does NOT happen. Show some of the other choices available. Multiple entries are welcome and appreciated. The more perspectives the better.
Challengers
5 entriesEndings
Mud on his face, tears tempting to push through, he looked into his daughter’s face, “We did it. We’re done. I did it. I’m 55 and I’m done.” “Not yet dad; the…
Still a Beauty
Taking out the last pin from my hair, letting pretend curls bounce onto my shoulders... it was the work of gravity and my sighing. I shook out the hairspray…
A Farewell to Pancakes
Let the sound of splashing water that I used to Let’s Associate: washing spatulas, washing pans. My father told me that the best to wash a pan was to wait for…