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Hi Kutties... 😊
Here is a Tiny story...
I cannot define the category of the story. It may or may not be feel SUPERNATURAL. Mostly it's just for passing time.
Ignore typos and grammar/ spelling errors
Not proofread
Enjoy reading... 😊
CORPOREAL FANTASIA
The thorns pricking the soft fair skin of her thigh because of the knee length white floral dress with a lacy bell sleeve. The leopard cuffed knee high boot is the only shield that protects her. She walked past the wood from where she can see the sunlight as silver sequences in a black fabric, fear long forgotten...way out is out of thought. As she moved further quelling the vexatious plants, her bell sleeves tagged to its sharp thorns. In a trance...she can hear the soft music nearing her ears. Everything else meant nothing! Everything else seemed surreal.
She can see his backside. The black tailcoat and beaver hat with a baton in his right hand made him a magician. Yes, he is a magician! Magician of music! The invisible violin music continued to sooth her lesion in sync to his waving hands. He never turned towards her. It has been so long, long time, she was in spell. She waited for him to complete the concert which beseemed boundless. Her limbs numbed of standing for so long but kept on enjoying the moment until she saw him turning into numerous glow-worms found their way to her chest. She felt as if the stormy force drilled through her body. She can still feel the pain in her chest even after she woke up from her dreamy sleep.
The corporeal turned out to be a dream...! No...! A surrealistic sequence of her life.
She looked at the violin hung on the wall. Walking dreamily, she took it and started playing. The one which he had began. Her heart flung open and the fireflies began to hover in the room illuminating the it in a fiery light. Immersed in the heavenly music, she felt his presence...she felt him waving his hand with the baton. As a toy in his hand she resumed following the waves of his hands...her heart! She didn't open her eyes, but could feel the sweet breeze caressing her in harmony to his hands. The busted violin strings wounded her hand and the oozing blood flowed all over the white and gold violin spreading the red pattern in it. Breaking down screaming, she threw away the instrument in a corner only to see him picking it up. His magical hands touched it softly and its wounds faded. He looked up at her. His scornful look undid her patience as she stood up raging red. Her lips pursed up seeing his handsome countenance. As he became the glow-worms, again, pricking through her aching chest she heard his voice, "It is my fantasia...and it will remain one...forever...!"
So that's it 😳
How was it?
Positive and negative reviews are welcome 😊
Do LIKE and COMMENT
BUDDY ME FOR PMs
Gaya3
Here is a Tiny story...
I cannot define the category of the story. It may or may not be feel SUPERNATURAL. Mostly it's just for passing time.
Ignore typos and grammar/ spelling errors
Not proofread
Enjoy reading... 😊
CORPOREAL FANTASIA
The thorns pricking the soft fair skin of her thigh because of the knee length white floral dress with a lacy bell sleeve. The leopard cuffed knee high boot is the only shield that protects her. She walked past the wood from where she can see the sunlight as silver sequences in a black fabric, fear long forgotten...way out is out of thought. As she moved further quelling the vexatious plants, her bell sleeves tagged to its sharp thorns. In a trance...she can hear the soft music nearing her ears. Everything else meant nothing! Everything else seemed surreal.
She can see his backside. The black tailcoat and beaver hat with a baton in his right hand made him a magician. Yes, he is a magician! Magician of music! The invisible violin music continued to sooth her lesion in sync to his waving hands. He never turned towards her. It has been so long, long time, she was in spell. She waited for him to complete the concert which beseemed boundless. Her limbs numbed of standing for so long but kept on enjoying the moment until she saw him turning into numerous glow-worms found their way to her chest. She felt as if the stormy force drilled through her body. She can still feel the pain in her chest even after she woke up from her dreamy sleep.
The corporeal turned out to be a dream...! No...! A surrealistic sequence of her life.
She looked at the violin hung on the wall. Walking dreamily, she took it and started playing. The one which he had began. Her heart flung open and the fireflies began to hover in the room illuminating the it in a fiery light. Immersed in the heavenly music, she felt his presence...she felt him waving his hand with the baton. As a toy in his hand she resumed following the waves of his hands...her heart! She didn't open her eyes, but could feel the sweet breeze caressing her in harmony to his hands. The busted violin strings wounded her hand and the oozing blood flowed all over the white and gold violin spreading the red pattern in it. Breaking down screaming, she threw away the instrument in a corner only to see him picking it up. His magical hands touched it softly and its wounds faded. He looked up at her. His scornful look undid her patience as she stood up raging red. Her lips pursed up seeing his handsome countenance. As he became the glow-worms, again, pricking through her aching chest she heard his voice, "It is my fantasia...and it will remain one...forever...!"
So that's it 😳
How was it?
Positive and negative reviews are welcome 😊
Do LIKE and COMMENT
BUDDY ME FOR PMs
Gaya3
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