Microfiction
And so the suaku me always thought they were all known as short-stories.
Apparently my short story is way too short, and they are known as M-I-C-R-O-F-I-C-T-I-O-N
We all learn something new each day.
And of course, its no surprise that i got nothing at the Golden Point, which is fine.
Can always try again next time.
I lose nothing, except some registration fee =)
Anyways... here's another microfic, NOT a short story.
This came up when i was at a drama workshop yesterday.
Annabelle looked at the old tree. Its branches all gnarled and claw-like.
Each sturdy looking branch had a conspicuous white ribbon tied to it.
Each ribbon signified another person who chose this tree to be where they did their deed.
Annabelle had no idea why the old tree seemed so appealing,
but right at this moment, she found it as exciting and as seductive.
Just a short length of rope and a little white ribbon.
Nothing too elaborate.
They said that your rope would come undone if you didn't tie the white ribbon first.
Nobody had ever suceeded without a white ribbon.
They also said that the white ribbon is eternal.
It can never be removed.
Like rows of stone slabs in a cemetary, the tree was covered with white ribbons.
Each grim reminder sparkling like a budding flower.
As the wind caressed the leaves tenderly, the old tree beckoned to the hesitating girl.
The gnarled branches opened up to her, welcoming her into their embrace.
Annabelle walked around the tree, surveying for an empty branch.
And she finally found one.
A lone branch high above the rest.
It looked flimsy.
But who knows how strong she is?
Won't know till she's been tested.
It looked out of reach.
Annabelle wasn't confident she could climb all the way up.
But she was determined to try.
Annabelle stretched out her arms, grabbed the lowest branch and hoisted herself up.
The unforgiving raw texture of the tree bark scratched her bare feet ad hands.
Sunlight that escaped the leaves stung her eyes.
Foliage whipped against her bare skin.
It was not an easy climb, filled with pain, blood and sweat.
"Hello, i'm here. Sorry you had to wait so long."
Foliage on the lone branch waved at Annabelle.
"Well, here i am. You ready?"
Annabelle drew out the white ribbon from her pocket.
Her bloodied fingers left a bright crimson stain on the velvety strip of cloth.
Annabelle stared at the stained piece of white ribbon.
She felt the raw senses of her cuts, her bleeding fingers, the smell of perspiration mixed with blood...
The she looked up at the branch again.
"Thank you so much."