goldens son
01-17-2014, 08:25 PM
This is just a series of six word short stories that work together to make an overall story:
She only wanted to know fame.
Feel the warmth from adoring fans.
Hear her name be chanted harmoniously.
Perched on a haystack, she dreamt.
Smiling ear to ear. Harmlessly aloof.
Hopelessly addicted to her one dream.
Vowing to do anything for fame.
Still grinning. Ear to ear. Grinning.
This act would splatter front pages.
The silver death stick patiently waits.
Infamy and fame have no distinction.
STAB. STAB. STAB. STAB. STAB. STAB.
Red was the new paint color.
Red stained the old man’s liquor.
Red washed the dust off books.
Maniacal laughter replaced the deathly silence.
In the middle, she stood, dreaming.
Tip toeing around the still bodies.
This was the path to Hollywood.
This lead to the front pages.
This would mean she made it.
Her grin grew greatly behind bars.
The dream. The fans. The immortally.
In cellblock C, she knew fame.
She only wanted to know fame.
Feel the warmth from adoring fans.
Hear her name be chanted harmoniously.
Perched on a haystack, she dreamt.
Smiling ear to ear. Harmlessly aloof.
Hopelessly addicted to her one dream.
Vowing to do anything for fame.
Still grinning. Ear to ear. Grinning.
This act would splatter front pages.
The silver death stick patiently waits.
Infamy and fame have no distinction.
STAB. STAB. STAB. STAB. STAB. STAB.
Red was the new paint color.
Red stained the old man’s liquor.
Red washed the dust off books.
Maniacal laughter replaced the deathly silence.
In the middle, she stood, dreaming.
Tip toeing around the still bodies.
This was the path to Hollywood.
This lead to the front pages.
This would mean she made it.
Her grin grew greatly behind bars.
The dream. The fans. The immortally.
In cellblock C, she knew fame.