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viking_cat

100 words: curtain

Feb 23, 2009 10:24

Courtesy of jydog1 , our word of the week is curtain. Write a 100 word story using the word curtain, and post it in the comments. (New authors are welcome! See previous weeks if you're looking for examples.)

Imaginary bonus points if you have someone laugh during the story.

Go!

100 words

Comments 9

Shroud viking_cat February 23 2009, 15:56:52 UTC

She giggled as she twined the curtains around his leaking body. No regrets; she had never liked this color. The fabric attracted dust like a magnet, and the pulley system failed as often as it worked. And now she had an excuse to buy a new set as soon as found a pattern that she liked. Perhaps that new store down by the mall? They were having a sale next weekend, although her neighbors would look through her windows until she had a chance to install them.

Oh, well. After tonight there was nothing interesting for them to see, anyways.

Re: Shroud viking_cat February 24 2009, 03:05:48 UTC

I hate to be pedantic, but does it count if you accidentally dropped a word?

:)

"...buy a new set as soon as {she} found a pattern..."

-C

Re: Shroud viking_cat February 24 2009, 09:23:11 UTC

Gah! Good catch!

I have a useless "and" starting the fourth sentence that can be sacrificed at the altar of conciseness, though.

"Goodnight" yttrai February 23 2009, 17:38:14 UTC

I wrote this before i saw the last sentence.

Sorry, not a scrap of laughing in this story.

" The greens. purples, and pinks were falling around me like the best acid trip, but so much colder. Even the snow seemed to reflect wild colours like a cocoon as i laid there. There was a red glow from underneath the lake past my soggy feet, since the taillights were still lit, surprisingly since i had been lying in the snow for hours now.

Or perhaps not. Perhaps i'd only been wrapped in the curtains of the Aurora Borealis for a few minutes, but it felt like longer as the last of my body heat faded, and heartbeats slowed and then stopped in the frozen darkness."

Romancing the Bone jydog1 February 23 2009, 17:43:41 UTC

It had become a tradition, really. As they walked near the back of the video store she smiled, waggled her eyebrows, and jerked a thumb at the glittering curtain that hung in a small doorway. "Wanna go get a dirty movie?"

He chuckled and shook his head, the usual response. "Maybe next time. How about a Bond instead?"

She nodded, breathing a silent sigh of relief. Last time she'd checked there'd been three of her flicks prominently displayed in the featured rack. It was flattering in a way, but she wished they'd forget about her.

laumulega February 24 2009, 01:39:10 UTC

Curtains ( ... )

jydog1 February 24 2009, 13:44:10 UTC

love them both. Good stuff.

laumulega February 27 2009, 01:17:31 UTC

thanks!

wickercabra February 24 2009, 04:07:00 UTC

"What wilt thou do?" she said. "Thou wilt not murder me? Help, help, ho!"

Murder? My own mother? Of course not!

But then, from behind the arras, an echo - "What, ho! help, help, help!"

My sword flashed from its sheath. "How now! A rat?" Claudius! "Dead, for a ducat, dead!"

"Nay - pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!" my mother cried... but too late.

Not Claudius, after all. And a curious thing - as the white-haired, rosy-cheeked stranger collapsed, dead, Gertrude froze - rigid, lifeless.

My mother, a robot. I had to laugh. What else could I do?