Peaches & Cream. Wedding Cake. Lemon Meringue Pie.
AUTHOR: Shrimp
CHALLENGE: Peaches & Cream 8: Weeping Willow; Lemon Meringue Pie 4: No; pocky
WORD COUNT: 100
RATING: PG
NOTES: There's really no way I'll finish the limited edition flavor in time, but it's fun to try! This piece takes place around midway through the story.
Bliss curled into a ball on the small bed, her hands and feet tangled in the sheets. She burrowed her face into the pillow, inhaling the scents of it until she thought her lungs would explode. It only smelled of soap but at least it muffled her sobs. Her face was coated in tears and snot and spit. She wasn’t aware of any of that though. She simply hugged herself into a smaller ball and listened to the sounds of her tears. Each second felt like forever. Each heartbeat seemed to be saying ‘no, no, no’. Her mother was dead.
AUTHOR: Shrimp
CHALLENGE: Wedding Cake 9: Cutting the Cake; Lemon Meringue Pie 10: Old; pocky; sprinkles
WORD COUNT: 100
RATING: PG
NOTES: Warmund made an appearance in some of the character pocky chains I did a while ago. He's a neat character that I've always wanted to do a little more with.
“Give him a bigger piece!” The young girl demanded as her mother set a piece of cake in front of Warmund. The old man smiled and patted the child on the head.
“This is big enough. When you’re as old as I am just a little cake is fine.” The little girl stared up at him with large, confused eyes.
“I never, ever wanna get old,” she confessed, eagerly attacking the cake that was set before her. Warmund smiled. I hope you never do, he thought to himself, there are few worse things to experience than the death of youth.
CHALLENGE: Peaches & Cream 8: Weeping Willow; Lemon Meringue Pie 4: No; pocky
WORD COUNT: 100
RATING: PG
NOTES: There's really no way I'll finish the limited edition flavor in time, but it's fun to try! This piece takes place around midway through the story.
Bliss curled into a ball on the small bed, her hands and feet tangled in the sheets. She burrowed her face into the pillow, inhaling the scents of it until she thought her lungs would explode. It only smelled of soap but at least it muffled her sobs. Her face was coated in tears and snot and spit. She wasn’t aware of any of that though. She simply hugged herself into a smaller ball and listened to the sounds of her tears. Each second felt like forever. Each heartbeat seemed to be saying ‘no, no, no’. Her mother was dead.
AUTHOR: Shrimp
CHALLENGE: Wedding Cake 9: Cutting the Cake; Lemon Meringue Pie 10: Old; pocky; sprinkles
WORD COUNT: 100
RATING: PG
NOTES: Warmund made an appearance in some of the character pocky chains I did a while ago. He's a neat character that I've always wanted to do a little more with.
“Give him a bigger piece!” The young girl demanded as her mother set a piece of cake in front of Warmund. The old man smiled and patted the child on the head.
“This is big enough. When you’re as old as I am just a little cake is fine.” The little girl stared up at him with large, confused eyes.
“I never, ever wanna get old,” she confessed, eagerly attacking the cake that was set before her. Warmund smiled. I hope you never do, he thought to himself, there are few worse things to experience than the death of youth.