Prompt: Build a character using at least one word from each of these lists of physical traits, then write a scene about them that includes the phrase "That didn't go as planned."
EYES
Narrow
Small
Sunken
Wide
Large
Squinting
Bulging
Hooded
Bleary
Hard
Gentle
Shifty
Nervous
BROWS
Bushy
Straight
Thin
Arched
Thick
Wild
Heavy
NOSE
Hooked
Sharp
Small
Upturned
Straight
Crooked
Bulbous
Dainty
Roman
HAIR
Curly
Bald
Thinning
Wispy
Bushy
Straight
Wavy
Shiny
Long
Afro
Close-cropped
Greasy
Spiky
BODY
Stocky
Slender
Curvy
Towering
Athletic
Brawny
Petite
Pudgy
Lanky
Hulking
Lithe
Slouching
OTHER FACIAL FEATURES
Bearded
Round
Square
Heart-shaped
Clean-shaven
Chiseled
Sideburned
Stubbly
Smooth
Ruddy
Lean
Sharp
Soft
Wrinkled
Dimpled
Pocked
Story:
I used:
Gentle Eyes
Thin Brows
Sharp Nose
Wavy Hair
Slender Body
Clean-shaven face
There he is again, my crush, right on time. His eyes so gentle, so mesmerizing as he cautiously looked at both directions, carefully making his move down the busy road. I turned my gaze to his brows, they're thinner than usual, did he do something with them?
I looked at his new hairstyle, wavy, I watched it get carried by the wind from the speeding cars, they're like waves on the ocean, carelessly drifting with the flow. He looked different today with his sharp looking nose and freshly clean-shaved face, he looked surprisingly handsome-er – if that's even a word.
I'm guessing he went to the salon last night?
I could also be wrong.
As he finally crossed towards my side, I gave him a smile, the same smile I always give him whenever I see him. The smile that says: "Hey you! Yeah you! I like you". He never looks at them though, but I still do it. I do, and I know that today is a different day, today is the day that I'd finally get to talk to him, that is the plan.
My heart twirled as he looked my way but was immediately stolen by the oncoming bus that he needed to ride. His brawny body never looked so good as he walked closer to me, I can feel my heart pounding harder and harder with every step he took. I mustered up my courage and tried to put my plan in action, but I chickened out on the last second and my smile dropped as he got on board the bus, while I was left behind there at the bus stop looking at the back of the bus that carried the one that I liked, slowly fading from the distance. I winced at the lost chance that I had.
My heart ached for the thought of never being able to talk to him, my heart ached for the thought of him being a nameless face, my heart ached for the thought of him never being able to...
Love me.
"Raf, sorry for the long wait." Tyrone, my long time friend said as I watched him jogged his way towards the bus stop with an apologetic smile plastered on his face.
"It's okay, we'll get the next one." I replied, trying not to sound too defeated while he nodded.
That didn't go as planned.
I guess I'll try plan number 244 tomorrow.
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Prompted Shorties
Ficção GeralThese are stories that I make with a pre-made prompt for me. I try to limit it to 500 words or less but most of the time I get carried away. I hope you enjoy and I'll try to keep adding new ones whenever I get the chance to revisit the site.
