Summer Challenge, Strawberry #27; Cinnamon Swirl x2
Isn't playing catch-up so much fun?
Author: Saya
Universe: Standalone
Rating: Teen
Flavor: Summer Challenge #26 (My dreams ran like sand through the fist that I made), Strawberry #27 (ribbon)
Toppings/Extras: Gummy Bunnies (prompt: Passions/Obsessions source Story A Day)
Wordcount: 199
Warnings: Permanent debilitating injury
Notes: The story of a concert pianist told in a six word memoir style.
"Amazing," she breathed, four and fascinated.
It started with plunking (not music).
Shame, she never tired of Chopsticks.
The first recital was a nightmare.
But the second one was better.
And the third one was great.
Fingers quick and light, dancing, signing.
The music swells, swallows her whole.
They're inseparable now, only complete together.
Two halves of the same whole: music.
The first ribbon was beginner's luck.
The second ribbon? Practice, practice, practice.
The third? She knows she's good.
Her TV debut is at fifteen.
A national trophy bestowed at seventeen.
Her European tour starts in September.
The car crash happens in August.
Nerve damage, they tell her, operable.
She thinks of music going under.
Wakes with trembling hands and fingers.
The tremors don't stop, probably permanent.
Fingers no longer nimble; clumsy, stilted.
Her wretched sobbing lasts for hours.
Watches as her dreams slip away.
Doesn't stop her from longing, hurting.
She can't stand the sound anymore.
Black and white keys haunt her.
Twinkle, Twinkle makes her cry now.
She can't drown it, can't forget.
And she doesn't have a chance.
Nothing but shaky fingers, crushed dreams; and a lifetime to regret it.
What is she supposed to do?
Author: Saya
Universe: Standalone
Rating: Everyone
Flavor: Cinnamon Swirl #10 (center stage)
Toppings/Extras: Pocky, Gummy Bunnies (prompt: Shame source: Story A Day & prompt: Fought source: OneWord)
Wordcount: 99
Warnings: Marital disputes
Notes: I'm very meh about this one for some reason.
The slamming of the the door reverberated throughout the house. She let out a long sigh. It wasn't the fault of the door they were arguing (as if they ever stopped, it seemed these days). The neighbors would start talking again, she hated their reproachful stares. It wasn't as if they never got into any tiffs either. True as that may be, it didn't stop the flush crawling her neck at the memory and it certainly wouldn't provoke them to conduct themselves with any decorum; not with such a tale. It was going to be a very long week.
Author: Saya
Universe: Standalone
Rating: Everyone
Flavor: Cinnamon Swirl #26 (too little, too late)
Toppings/Extras: Gummy Bunnies (prompt: #28 Let's go anywhere source: WriYe Dreamwidth)
Wordcount: 206
Warnings: N/A
Notes: I don't often write song lyrics, but this one feels like it has potential. Now, if only I can learn to compose music...
I packed my bags just yesterday
Waiting for the moment it would be okay
Did you ever stop to think
I would actually go away?
A cross country bus ticket
A story for the way
Destination: Anywhere
There's nothing left to say
The difference between luggage and baggage
Is the weight and the damage
I'm only bringing one
In my attempt at life salvage
A cross country bus ticket
A story for the way
Destination: Anywhere
There's nothing left to say
I went over to say goodbye
But that plan went awry
So this is your notice
To decry or to deny
A cross country bus ticket
A story for the way
Destination: Anywhere
There's nothing left to say
You were my drug of choice
With that laughter in your voice
But it's time to kick bad habits
And your loss I will rejoice
I'm sick of you and sick of this
Not a single thing I'll miss
I'm moving on
And will never reminisce
A cross country bus ticket
A story for the way
Destination: Anywhere
There's nothing left to say
You'll think of me again someday
When your future's bleak and gray
And think of all those little things
You always meant to say.