Went with KY for the Arts, Design and Media faculty intake test at Nanyang Technological University today. Had to work a little faster with the few sketches we all had to complete along with other narrative ones in just an hour and a half. I was quite pleased with the answer I gave for a 150 words (okay, so I wrote more than that) short story using twelve words from the much longer prompt list that was given, which was why I tried to recall it as accurately as possible when I got home so that I can post it up.
Take that, Writer's Block!
Title: Flight
Type: One-shot
Words: 183
Genre: General/Family
Rating: Is there even a need for one?
Summary: Fight or flight. Sometimes, to a certain extent, they can mean the same thing.
Beta: None for the actual (duh), the "reproduction" was beta-ed by WY.
Flight
He was in a dream, a faraway place of cramped houses and old ladies who took too much pleasure in punishment than what was sensibly enough. He saw it, red-stained lips, a Cheshire grin that promised more awful things to come, opening to articulate his name. He heard it again, louder, and again, when the harsh sound of shoes slapping against gravel woke him from his stupor. He glanced up, blinking stupidly at the sun. He turned and saw her; his little girl. His sister gave a loud laughter; it was the first happy sound he heard from her ever since he grabbed her and fled from the town of nightmares. She grinned and ran, sending a flock of pigeons towards the sky. He squinted up, pass the deafening noise of flapping wings, to see haphazard shards of light cutting through grey feathers. Seeming to have found his peace, the young boy rose from the wide stairs that led down to the plaza and walked towards the girl with a smile, while she continued to chase the birds in her own one-sided game.
fin.
Prompt words:
Dream, Game, Girl, Laugh, Light, Noise, Pigeon, Rose, Shoes, Sky, Smile, Sun
Crossposted:
Musings, FictionPress.Com and FicWad.
A droubble is a double-drabble, which is supposed to have exactly 200 words.