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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3 thoughts on “50 Words #11”

  1. I like the melancholy in this one. Especially this line: “…and pinup lovers with eternal voices long dead.” It brings up the mental image of someone lying in their childhood bed with their hands tucked behind their head, thinking about where they are in their life.

    And here’s mine… πŸ™‚

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    Another brick in the wall. Another cog in the machine. Another 2 card in the deck. Nothing special. That’s what they all told her.

    Ashen knew that they were all wrong.

    There was something more to her. Something special. Something unique. Some small spark of magic.

    She would show them all.

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