It’s a special day. One she’d been born to achieve from the moment of her conception.
Today, she’ll receive the Nobel Peace Prize for her work in aiding the living and future generations of humanity.
20 years of her life and she intended to stand out.
She opens her wardrobe, deciding on bright purple trousers, a neon pink blouse and her beautiful green blazer.
After dressing, she preens confidently in the mirror. Yes! She’s achieved the desired effect of dressing loud. She’ll be noticed for sure.
She exits her front door with a huge smile. Today is a good day.
I was challenged to write a drabble of the word ‘loud'.
Wikipedia defines a drabble as follows :
A drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (3)
As an introvert with social anxiety, it would be a nightmare for me to dress loud hahahaha. I love the creative way you used the word loud!
Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Great story! I loved the picture you chose, too!