She was smaller than I expected: propped in her chair like a child’s doll, the chains pinning her wrists to the arms seemed to be the only thing holding her up. Her stringy, reddish hair gave shape to her face, a white teardrop with two purple bruises for eyes. I did not need to look into those bruises. Every tight, trembling line of her body told me she knew; she was going to die.
A contest entry
- Paragraph Contest by whichcraft.
170 points, ended June 24, 40 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow - this is another one that I'd REALLY love to read! Is there a follow-on at all? Very well-written ... well done!!!
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what the *bunny* is it about?!?! the description was fexcellent and the way the character just said "she knew; she was going to die." makes me wanna know more.
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Aw.
How sweet.
I really like this, and just by one paragraph you reduced me to tears. I would love to see this bulit upon. -
Oh my goodness! This was descriptive to make me cringe at what is going to happen to her. It makes me feel like this is a horror or a thriller and the character who is "with" her seems to do her harm. Thank you for entering and making me feel creepy. That's the purpose and you did well. Good luck in the contest.
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Wow. You have such limited space, yet you used it all to create a beautiful masterpiece. Job well-done. The description was brilliant, and not over-done. I think a story is also capable of sprouting from the paragraph. Good luck in the contest!
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