Small and afraid, she stared out of the orphanage window.
“Some day, someone will love me.”
This she believed with all her heart, nurturing the tiny flame that flickered blind hope.
Years passed by. The flame warmed and grew, firing her beauty, filling her with faith and passion. She sashayed into the world watching it fall at her feet.
They begged, clawed and clamoured for her charms.
She captured and was imprisoned. Conquered and was enslaved. Blossomed and was neglected.
The flame grew weak. Small and afraid she stared out of the penthouse window.
“Some day, someone will love me.”
| Writing Prompt |
Let's take flash fiction to the extreme. Can you tell a complete story with just 100 words. If so this is your opportunity to shine. |
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