Today on Erica Drayton Writes, the Prompt is end!
Write a 100 word story.
And tag me if you take up the challenge.
The porcelain ballerina, arms raised above her head, one leg straight and the other bent slightly, waited patiently for her key to be wound again. Frozen this way was rather painful.
A shaky hand reached for the key and turned it. Once. Twice. Three times. That was all it took. Then with a painted smile and wide eyes, the ballerina twirled. Her body formed all the classic ballerina poses, while the box she stood upon played a familiar tune for all who heard it.
But just before the ballerina stopped, her head turn to you and blinked twice for help.
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes again
All 100 Word Stories
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This reminds me of Lindsey Stirling’s song “Shatter Me”! Lovely, haunting words. 🖤