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Once upon a Teeny Tiny Tale ....


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Once upon a Teeny Tiny Tale ....

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Hansel and gretel style architecture .mmmm

Barcelona, Spain via sunsurfer

MICRO-STORY: Black eyeliner...check. Lantern red bullet lipstick ..or red bunting? ..check....ooh wait what about subtle, candy cola lip balm? Not much of mine left after the rationing, will borrow a bit of vaseline ...super glossy! or will he be a Chocolate Cherry boy?...hmm. decisions...I hope he has a sailors cap, sigh, nothing like a boy in the navy whites. Stockings, check.Almost ready, Starched collars,masculine scent, dimples, twinkling eyes, pilot, soldier,sailor ..gotta love em all....

MICRO-STORY:Amelie Poulain emerged from her chamber of dreams.So did he.At the very same heartbeat on opposite sides of the city they opened up their pocket mirrors and flashed a sunny morse to unknown loveThe sun heaved its large body up into the deep dawn blue, sighing the silence of knowing that resonanted their hearts in tune with each other.A Painful ecstasy.They dipped their spoons into their warm oats,licking the backs and feeling the joy of the liquid trickling down their chins.Bliss

MICRO-STORY: I couldnt believe it, and Anna's face showed her disgust as well. He ate with his hands, fingers, shoving in little bits of bread and stew. What an animal. Consul indeed...Its a good thing we have sent someone to colonize them. What was this world coming to. I have heard that even lions roam freely there in the streets ! Oh Heavens alive, now he has dipped his bread in to the serving bowl, Cook will have something to say about this...India ?.where is that exactly Rose?

  • Belinda Doveston
    Belinda Doveston

    Ha ha brilliant!!!

  • Heidi Lin
    Heidi Lin

    Really funny!!

MICRO-STORY:I played with the golden ring on my finger, stroking it joyfully. The warm eyes that met mine when i looked up, reached deep into my soul and as always breathed air into my being. His strong arms had pulled me out of that freezing ocean, his hands had gently touched my drenched hair, and his voice had whispered comforting words in my ears. That first night aboard the Carpathia,he told me how they had heard our distress call,and thus the storybook of our lives together opened ......

  • Belinda Doveston
    Belinda Doveston

    ;-) Lekker!

MICRO STORY: She shook off the black water droplets that had landed on her coat. A white cat crossed the bridge.The black man ran out of view, she gave chase.Suddenly her vision pixelated, and the illusion in front of her disappeared.Reaching forwards she pushed her way through the looking glass, and a whole new world appeared, all glazed stares in the cosy room were upon her at that moment.Timmy's eyes bulged larger than a goldfish as his popcorn fell off the sofa and on to the floor....

MICRO-STORY:I put my thumb & forefinger into my mouth and blew a slow long whistle....nothing...again...stillness. An endless wait. Had he finally left me to dreamless nights alone?Then i heard it, pounding thuds on the sodden sand,the heavy breathing and neighing.Arms flying up around his neck.My horse of the night was back.My eyes started to flicker awake and the morning light touched the walls of my room turning it into a golden chamber, gone , but always together forever in electric dreams

  • Belinda Doveston
    Belinda Doveston

    LIKE LIKE LIKE!!

  • Heidi Lin
    Heidi Lin

    Caroline, love how you string together beautiful words and imagery

MICRO-STORY:Fact: Melting point of Chocolate approx 104 degrees, ice 32 degrees.We reached the peak, tempers flared. It was a precise operation. Technically it required huge skill, but somehow the mood was cheerful that day as we worked as a team. One slip and our melting pot of skill would be futile against this epic attempt at what some deemed to be impossible. I took the large sieve and dusted the snow over the slippery couverture slopes. The guests will lap this up!Or my name is not Heston

  • Belinda Doveston
    Belinda Doveston

    Ha ha Caroline - way different but great! And I love Heston soooo much too!

  • Caroline von Broembsen
    Caroline von Broembsen

    me too!

MICRO-STORY:The hot perfumed surface of my Earl Grey splashed over the side of the cup as i dropped in a large block of the white sweetness. A storm in a teacup.My lace sleeve nearly dipped in to it as suddenly the vessel lurched. Land already? No its too soon. I stirred, breaking up the block,the boat lurched again and grinding metallic sounds from the hull competed with my spoon and cup falling, breaking.Theres little a cup of tea cant fix Gran said .. ..but in hindsight there are exceptions

  • Belinda Doveston
    Belinda Doveston

    Ha ha brilliant... so amazed at how we all get something so special and uniquely different!! Lovely! :-)

  • Heidi Lin
    Heidi Lin

    This one is so playful and whimsical!

MICRO STORY:The dragon hissed as the vehicle came round the bend, his black wings oily and dank against the night .Rivulets of Full Moon were running down the sinews and skin of his flying limbs.The street cobbles sat firmly between his long talons, and the air was still and wet except for the sound of his rasping breath in great sighs in and out“You know why said the dragon,you must ask who.He hurriedly flapped his wings together when they unfolded again he was twenty feet up in the air.....

Night Street - Sergey Gordeev @ photoforum.ru

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MICRO STORY: On blue moonlit skin, the moth wings shadows danced and fluttered like an old movie strip.Washes of silver moonlight leaked into the room Small insects circled upwards in a beam of light coming through a hole in the barn roof.A big cricket lay sanding away at his shell with his legs,piercing a shrill shriek into the heady night.Soft strains of lilly scent sang in through the open window with hints of musk ,the fragrance drunken with the first hint of late summer decay setting in.

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MICRO-STORY:The insignia on his chest was now in tatters.Moments before mere fragments of string had bound his hands to the chair.But it was the green glow that had kept him captive.She saw it in the corner,reached for it and flung it as far as she could through the open window. In an ear splitting moment he had gone, time and space had torn apart,bits flying and fragments left behind. Never mind, one day she would catch up with him. Closing the door, she stepped out into a Smallville summer.

MICRO STORY: The Alchemist leaned over the table, spilling the white powder everywhere. The bubbles made a slow popping sound , and a sweet smell filled the air. Her hand went limp, the solid pendant falling out of her grasp on to the red satin sheet. Glazed eyes. A pounding at the door and high pitched voices startled her dog lazing on the mat. The messenger was here, the brew ready for consumption,carefully he decanted and sealed it with wax and handed it to the man bearing the royal crest .

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