55.. and a prop
Yes, this is addictive. And this time, I decided to use a photo as well.
She looked down.Her entire life flashed by. The shattered dreams, the repeated attempts, the crushing failures, the ruthless rejections. She had only wanted to be famous.
She took the last step. Then, she began to fly. There was a smile for the last two seconds of her life.
At last, she would be famous.
PS: Word count - 55
PPS: Feel free to share your piece of art in comments :) And do give it a try!
posted by Casablanca at
9:32 AM
20 Comments:
clever stuff :)
Now this is more like it. Love this one!
Hmmmm.. didnt you also comment "very nice" on the previous one ;)
Yep i did!!
That time it was for the concept and your 'nice' attempt at it.
This one captures the essesnce a little more for me.
Cap'n Sparrow, don't hate me for this.
55 words- here goes.
Où suis-je ?
Je suis perdue.
Je sais tout,
Mais je suis confondue.
Un travail ennuyeux,
Une ville inconnue,
Mon âme, je suis désole,
Je t’ai vendu.
J’habite seule,
Seule, chez moi,
Je ne sais pas,
Je cherche quoi.
Mon homme, j’aime,
Les amis, tu aimes,
Ce n’est pas vrai, que
L’argent tout aiment?
Thanks Saurabh, I guess its getting better with practice :)
Jupiter,
Beautiful. Awesome.
Je ne comprend pas :(
(Now... all those in favour of a translation, say "aye")
forJupiter
C’est entre nous
L’air entre les mains salut
Et la main entre les saluts
Et le salut par intervalle
Rien avec rien jouant à
S’envoyer la belle apparition
Au cœur de la nuit le jour
Nuit de la nuit connaît
Une étoile plus brillante
Intimité plus grande avec les astres
Dans la nuit rapprochée vous
yours,
Jack.
Ok, thanks to Babelfish, here goes:
Where am I? I am lost. I know all, But I am confused.
A tedious work, an unknown city, My heart, I am afflict, I sold to you.
I only live, Seule, at home, I do not know, I seek what.
Do my man, I like, the friends, you like, It is not true, that the money all like?
Merci
:)
for fear of Babblefish..
here goes the translation..
"...
It is between us
Air between the hands wave
And the hand between waves
And waving by intervals
Nothing with nothing playing at
Laying the fair apparition
At the heart of night day
Night of night knows
A star more brilliant
Greater intimacy with the stars
In the night closer drawn you
..."
Teehee... okie babelfish may be blundering all over the grammar but you get the gist right?
Jack, did you write that? its so poetic man! Me likey...
Okay, here's the real translation, the way God and Jupiter intended it.
Where am I? I'm lost. I know everything, yet I'm confused.
A boring job, in a foreign land...I'm sorry my soul, I sold you.
I live alone, in my own place. I don't know what I'm looking for.
I love my man, you love your friends
But don't we all love money?
every where i go, 55 is the toast of the town.. the question is why 55?
In my city of habitat, we get food called [blah]65; eg alu65 or chicken65 etc.
I need to figure out what this kinda numbers mean!!!
:)
And yes, a nice story, but an amazing snap!
Thanks Neil,
Ya.. I've also wondered why its called Chicken65. Maybe it was the 65th item on the menu?
WOW!
I failed in my miserable attempt at the dreaded 55. But yours was wonderful. Thanks for visiting my blog, I got to read this lovely short story :)
Thanks silverine :)
*Still grinning in the glory of your compliment*
The piece of art wa sprobably the only bright and silver lining of a very dark and depressing post :)
FYI everyone - The photo was taken from the 60th floor of Macau Sky Tower. Just looking down made me dizzy!
I really liked your 55. Super connection between the picture and the words. Very striking.
Thanks .:A:.
I might get tempted to write some more ;)
beautiful! keep the 55s coming!
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