CONTEST ENTRY, star leger.
POST CREATED Aug 29, 2013 4:08:04 GMT -8
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Post by WILLOW on Aug 29, 2013 4:08:04 GMT -8
raul (god) bless this mess
the drabbles will come in groups of fives bc why not.
fuck that nope.
currently released:
dice, fireflies, blood, sea, glass
fuck that nope.
currently released:
dice, fireflies, blood, sea, glass
ONE.
prompt: dice
word count: 149 words
A slight of hand, a flip of a card, a toss of a ball, all of it deals with gambling. Something Star is unfamiliar with, but curious about. So, she takes a day to break away from her art and photography to slip into a casino and try her hand at it.
It turns out she's very good at luck-based games (though, most games in a casino are luck-based), card games are her weakness. As she reaches out for the dice with a grin on her lips, her hand collides with another hand. Her green-eyes move away from the dice and meet a blue-eyed gaze. She ignores him, and snatches up the dice with a smirk on her lips. Though he's attractive to her eyes, he's unimportant to her at this moment.
She loses that round, but walks away with more money than she started with.
TWO.
prompt: fireflies
word count: 108 words
Star has never been fond of bugs, and despite their beauty, fireflies are no exception. She admires their lights from afar with her camera perched on a tripod, zoomed in as far as it will go. Her flash is off and the timer on her camera set to click a picture every sixteen seconds. She crouches beside her tripod and watches the bugs with naked eyes. She can see why people enjoy watching them, but as one flies over to her and lands on her knee.
Her first reaction is to swat at it as fast as she can and hope it drops to the ground dead.
THREE.
prompt: blood
word count: 317 words
warnings (?): mention of suicide, and the planning of death..?
Suicide.
The first thing anyone thinks about when Star brings it up is a wish to escape the world. A backdoor to life. The art of running away from the cruel world they live in.
Star doesn't think of suicide like that.
She thinks of it as a way to die by her own means. To die how she wants, when she wants, where she wants. That's her take on it, and she knows what people have used it for in the past and will in the future.
She isn't planning to die any time soon, but the idea of dying of old age or disease or by accident doesn't appeal to her. So, she plans her own death. Her death will be the final addition to her portfolio.
She plans how she wants the blood to splatter, how she wants to look when she's sitting in it, how far she wants it to spread out. She plans to wear a white dress so when the red soaks in it'll be visible. She plans a solid wood floor so when the blood drips down, it doesn't slip through cracks. She plans it by a window around sunset so when someone discovers the body, the sun will have set. She plans to have her head hang down, and her hands folded in her lap, but a smile printed on her lips. She wants someone to smudge her blood along the light coloured couch she died on.
She plans everything, and she knows she'll die without regrets if she does it this way. She knows it won't be as perfect as her vision, but it'll be better than her vision. Her vision is what she wants to see, but what really happens is always better than her vision.
When Star is done planning, she can't wait to die.
FOUR.
prompt: sea
word count: 217 words
The ocean, the sea, the water, whatever you'd like to call it.
It's boring to Star, it's always the same.
The blue-green colour always sparkles under the bright sun. The waves are either soft and calm or hard and angry. There isn't anything interesting about the sea of water that she visits at the beach. She's always found the people who litter the beach during the summer far more interesting.
So she takes up residence in a place with lots of people, the city.
She looks out her apartment window everyday and looks down at the sea of people walking past her door and her face lights up with excitement. She rushes out of her apartment with her camera beating against her chest with every step.
A sea of people is far more interesting than a sea of water.
People walk at different paces with different faces and different styles.
It's never the same.
Little kids, to teens, to adults, to the elderly. Sidewalks and streets packed to the brim with people to near-empty with more than enough space.
Star thinks it's exciting to see what's at the first floor of her apartment building, to see what's waiting for her right outside of that front door.
FIVE.
prompt: glass
word count: 141 words
Star sits in class next to a window with her camera on her desk.
The lecturer isn't going on about anything particularly interesting, so she's not paying a lot of attention to them.
She's more interested in the swaying of the trees, in the birds and the bees, in the world just outside of the window. When she catches sight of someone walking along the red brick road, she's even more interested in the outside world.
Silver hair that can't be natural and light coloured eyes that she thinks she's seen before. He looks familiar and Star can't put a finger on why. When the guy outside turns his head and catches her gaze, he smirks at her as if he's reading her mind. It makes Star even more determined to find out who he is.