Evan: 47 Dreams Down
For Paul and John's 47-Words Short Story Unofficial Challenge
Left my painting studio to find you waiting outside, holding your beloved trumpet.
Triumphant red hair, handsome schoolboy.
Still haven’t aged a day.
And your neck isn’t broken.
You smile at me, glowing. Hair turns grey. A knotty, white beard envelopes.
Only a carcass remains.
Your smile—intact.
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Bride of Sound
I explore themes of altered perception, distortion of the body, and dysfunctional romance. Sometimes chaotic, attempting to control.
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Nice job! 🤩 This is a tough challenge but you’ve managed to spin an intriguing tale.