50 Words #11

Create a scene/story in exactly 50 words

50 Words #11

The music is near forgotten, the song a whisper on lips that never dared to speak the secret, save only in dreams behind teenage walls and pinup lovers with eternal voices long dead. I silently lament these lost days. what was the point of growing up, if I’m still alone?

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50 Words #10

50 Words #10

Jane stepped into the circle. The early morning light filtered through the trees. The stones she had arranged on the forest floor marked the points on her brother’s compass, allowing her to face in the four directions and call upon her goddesses with a wave of her willow shorn wand.

– Paul D Aronson.