"Come my child, I tell you a story. Of the girl who was afraid, before I am too weary. Since long ago, this story had been ingrained within me. So I hope, that you take it to heart as I did with me." ..... Courage. The one thing she does not own. It shows in the way she shakes when she talks. It shows in the way the ground tilts when she walks. It shows how, in every surprise, she always balks. But when she was in danger, the steady sword in her hand was no stranger. It wasn't as if the fear was gone, no really. Her stance was queer, her hands shaky. Skin sweaty with her legs spaghetti. But please, when it is said, do believe me. That she had courage, just within thee. ..... A/N: Would this...really count as a short story? There's not dialogue and it's only a lil' above a hundred words, but eh-- Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this! If you have thoughts, or whatever clarifications and stuff, you're free to comment below~
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i like the way it rhymes, it's like poetry but in prose.. it's amazing. i havent seen anything like this before, really great stuff
I agree that its more along flash fiction. I would say it might even be prose poetry? I like the way you have the rhymes within the lines. Are you planning to expand it? I think if you do, this would make a nice prologue for a longer piece.
i'd personally call it flash fiction, but it does definitely count as a short story! really wonderful story telling, as well as the structure of the work <3