He wanted to paint her. He wanted to paint her in her wedding dress, but his hand shook before the brush touched canvas. He wanted to paint her at the altar, a halo of light arching behind her face. He wanted to paint her at the reception, twirling around shoeless. He wanted to paint her naked form hiding under the blankets of their hotel room—but he could only see her lifeless eyes staring back at him from the passenger’s seat of their car, blue and red lights dancing on her face as he struggled to maintain consciousness.
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written as a freelancer for a few years with some published stories and poems of my own. You can learn more about me at thewritersscrapbin.com.
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The others blame me for the experiment’s failure, but it wasn’t my fault. Everything ran smoothly at first. Then I was told to introduce a new element, something that would accelerate the subjects’ mental growth. I just did as commanded. How was I to know that it would end like this—in the world’s end? I told Him we should have focused on the Neanderthals, but Adam and Eve will always be his favorites.
By Stephanie Hoogstad7 months ago in Fiction
Happy Hallmark, Baby!
In response to a challenge set by Vocal Assist. You can find it here should you wish to be involved! The crisp winter air bit at Talia's skin as she stepped off the bus. Her breath formed small clouds in front of her as she walked. The once-familiar streets of her hometown were now indistinct. As if trapped in a memory of a memory she could not remember. The grey, unobtrusive December sky did little to calm her rising anxiety. She had not returned in twenty years. And for good reason.
By Celia in Underland4 days ago in Fiction
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Excellent microstory. So much emotion and depth captured in so few words. Great job.
Wow, that is quite the sucker punch at the end, Stephanie! Great entry for the challenge. I felt lots of emotion.