Use these three words, in any order, in a short story of 300 words or less.
Thick clouds rest on mountains, they are the souls of the lost.
The trees underneath them are thick and warm, like chartreuse spilled on the cliffs.
While in the distance an indulgent factory chugs the emerald alcohol,
Smoke presses out of its fake chimneys,
Not a cloud- only a wolf in sheep’s clothing....
On a windy day, she wears a chartreuse-colored jacket as she walks along a path. She hums to herself, glancing overhead at the clouds above. Soon the forest trees ahead will block her view. Straightening her sight, she thinks about her destination. A small cabin hidden in the woods. She was to stay there for a couple of months for a mental retreat. Her traitorous friends had told her that the soli...
I walk into the park where I am supposed to be meeting my best friend. I take my phone out of my back pocket and look to see if there are any messages from him. I see the message that says running five minutes late. I look up at the clouds while I wait and think they’re beautiful, so many shapes. Five minutes later, I hear the nickname my best friend gave me being yelled “monkey” and look up to se...
The chilled bottle touched her lips as she took a long well deserved sip of chartreuse.
She sat back in her chair with her feet resting on the coffee table before her.
Ideally she would have been drinking outside but the hot weather was vanquished by storm clouds that continue to thunder outside.
If her husband was here she’d never dare be so indulgent, but he wasn’t. He was away doing busin...
His arms wrap around me
Engulfing me in aromatic clouds
His words so sweet
His sting so intrusive
His eyes a pale blue
The sky has no comparison
His lips so bountiful
Wrapping perfectly around my lips like chartreuse satin sheets
Every kiss sweeter than the last
Anxiously waiting for the sugar period to pass
He feels so sinful
I’ve always been warned to stay away from anything too sweet
Hotel bar. 8pm on a Thursday night.
Zenia taps her pointer finger idly on the marble bartop, ponders the rail thin 20-something bartender behind it. He shakes a cocktail and pours something greenish into a glass- Chartreuse perhaps?
Another city on the rotation, another client site to visit. Its all led her here, to a thick cloud of ennui that hangs over her regardless of where her body takes ...
Flittering my eyes open, almost groggy from sleep.
Sunlight poured from the surroundings.
My eyes no longer met my bedroom ceiling as expected, instead, clouds steadily in motion; through a sea of blue.
Although unfamiliar, I only felt serenity gently coursing through me.
‘Funny’. I thought to myself. ‘I’m sure I had gone to bed’.
Slowly drinking in the indulgent richness of the twinkling sunli...
My pace quickened as I neared the top of the ladder. Adrenaline made each step euphoric.
I had heard rumors for so long of the experience of standing above the clouds at the top of Carson Mountain. I dreamt of the view as I read stories of the heart-opening experience of standing up there. The weightlessness of the air above the horizon - it was supposed to feel like floating.
But I spent ever...
I swung the axe across the back of her head, the crunching sound of her skull filled the forest. Her body fell to the floor in slow motion. She fell as gracefully as she swung her hand to go across me. She never held back, she always made sure I would remember the anxiety anticipating her blow and the sting of my cheek when it finally came. She was caculated that for sure. My back touched the roug...
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