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Monday, 14 March 2016

Sixteen sixteen word love stories

I'm playing around a lot with micro fiction at the moment (a much longer piece is on its way) so I thought I would share some with you. I love the challenge of trying to write very short stories. Some of these may become longer stories one day (I think Protection has potential.)

Sixteen Sixteen Word Love Stories
By Victoria Pearson


Accidentally in Love

He showed her the things he loved and piece by piece she fell for his soul.

Fairy Walk

We walked into the woods on a mundane Monday. When we walked out, everything had changed.


Lost

Saw his dream girl in a crowd. Spent his life searching for her. Never found her.

The most painful cliché

“I love you” she said, “but I’m not in love with you anymore.”
My world shattered.

Growing apart

I try to hold her hand, but she pulls it away. My little girl, growing up.

Unrequited

I loved her uncontrollably, an untameable passion that ignited my soul. She didn’t know my name.


Secret

His name was tattooed on a secret spot of her soul; indelible, defining, and slightly sore.

Sacrifice

“Love makes you vulnerable to destruction,” she warned.
“Your kisses are worth the pain,” he replied.

Rebound

The tree shed leaves like tears, mourning for his lost love, Summer. Autumn could never compare.

The Siren Stole His Soul

I felt myself slipping away as we danced. With her final kiss she stole my name.

Break Down Her Walls

The most persistent battering rams couldn’t breach her defences. Respect and loving words did with ease.

Unspoken

He loved her, but it he kept it to himself.
She loved him, but she never said.

Mad Love

“Love or madness,” she shrugged, “symptoms are the same.”
“Please don’t let it end either way.”

Perfect Imperfections

“I am mad, bad, broken. You should stay away.”
“Your darkness is true beauty to me.”

Protection

I watch my son call another man “Daddy.”
Being a Guardian Angel is a heavy burden.

A life, Encapsulated

They met, blushed, danced, wished, kissed, lusted,  laughed, loved, married,  grew old, died, and were missed.

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