By 2912
It is finished.
Kicking open the screen door with the bridge of my pointed foot, I leap onto the porch. The sound of a thousand plaudits greets me. My audience is standing, a sign of their approval and admiration. They have released a murder of crows in my honor. In their arms are pouches full of yellow gemstones: citrine and topaz, rewards for my outstanding performance. I curtsy and pirouette into cornfields, witnesses to my bloody exhibition. I wait, hidden amongst the stalks like a child.
There is barely enough time for mingling, however; the police sirens are announcing Act II.
Intriguing! And I love the imagery and language (‘a murder of crows’, the ‘pouches’ of gemstones’). Thanks for sharing this.
Thank you for reading…
Very visual imagery that brings to life the theme of role playing. I love the movement and the play of colours.
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Love the second paragraph but the entire story is well written and visual
I usually write my ending first.
So imaginative! Thanks!
thanks for reading
This is super! Left open to interpretation, but in a good way.
My intention was to dramatize an act of murder, I hope that came through
My intention was to dramatize an act of murder, I hope that came through.