Tue 4 Aug 2009
Vignette-Writing Contest
Category: Fun & Games
As you know, I’m so involved with my cosmetics, I write a little story for each color. (Observe!) Now, wouldn’t it be cool if you got to try your hand too?! Here’s your chance to showcase your skill AND win a free lipstick!
RULES:
- Write a 1-2 paragraph vignette about the lipstick color of your choosing & post it in comments.
- Stories DON’T have to be about lipstick, but simply take place in a candyfuturistic setting.
- You may write about any and all colors as they are released each Monday (except Styletto – we already got that one). Doing more than one improves your chances at winning!
- Ten winners (one for each color) will be announced on Friday, August 28th.
PRIZES:
- Have your story published on the LimeCrimeMakeup.com (credited to your name of course) aaaand
- Win 1 free lipstick of your choosing from the collection! (ships October 1)
EXAMPLE:
“Styletto”
She blew through another red light at break-neck speed. Weaving and dodging the other vehicles & pushing the limits of her new sports-hover craft, Selina was late to the premier, and late just wasn’t as fashionable as it used to be. She pulled over to fix her makeup and regain her composure within a block of the theater. Seconds later her jet black 2042 CF Styletto pulled up to the red-holographic carpet. The sparkling unicorn hood ornament flashed an enticing wink at the throng of waiting photogs. Just as her first 6 inch heel stepped out of the Styletto and onto the carpet, the premier was hers. Selina knew how to make an entrance.
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August 4th, 2009 at 4:07 pm
Shall we comment with our stories or email them to you?
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August 4th, 2009 at 4:10 pm
A tall fair skinned maiden with deep chocolate brown hair named Jen, short for Jensen, picked up a light pink unicorn embellished tube. She took off the cap and exposed D’liac’s bright pale body. Jen quickly swiped it across her lips and looked at herself in the mirror. I hope he sees me as her now. she thought. With this lipstick’s bright powerful purple anyone would be put under the spell. The spell of falling under any woman with it on. This lady is bound to change history forever. Jen said pointing to herself. She turned and quickly walked out the door and prepared for the men of the world to fall at her feet.
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August 4th, 2009 at 4:11 pm
(Uhhh take out I hope he sees me as her now. she thought. The story changed after I wrote that and doesn’t make sense now :P)
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August 4th, 2009 at 4:13 pm
I’m guessing we just post here? I chose D’Lilac!
As the gold glitter sun rose above the lake of lavender eau de parfum, Rhiannon watched the water-walking parade of unicorns cross towards the floating village. Landon was late, and she was beginning to believe they would miss the opening act of the vaudeville circus Hanzel and Gretel show. The twinkling candy shops in the sky looked like frozen fireworks, and from within a constellation of shops the striped circus wagon began to float towards the earth. Just as she watched it disappear outside the forest, Landon called out to her in apology: “Rhiannon, I beg forgiveness, for business was intense at the electric harp factory!” She was quick to forgive for he came with a bundle of digital Lilacs, her favorite flower. They arrived as the curtains began to open, revealing a colorful world of candy and magic.
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August 4th, 2009 at 4:29 pm
I chose D’Lilac. I’ll probably end up doing one for all of them because I love to write :)
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Gwendolyn had arrived. The gentle twinkle of the engine diffused as she stopped her Sparkle-Cycle. Glass parts had become increasingly fashionable as of late and her Cycle was deliciously transparent. Everyone stopped and stared realizing the grand Architect had come to review her work. Her lilac lips curled into a smile and as if on cue, she removed the iridescent helmet from her head and fixed her large silver eyes on the building in front of her.
There it stood: her latest project, her art, her castle, her life. She imagined how happy its newest tenants would be living inside the crystalline D’Lilac castle. Its towers spiraled towards the sun creating the illusion of rainbows. It glowed from the inside out capturing everyone’s attention as they flew by. Gwendolyn’s eyes, softened by the beauty before her, moistened and a single tear slid down her cheeks. Her work here was finished.
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August 4th, 2009 at 4:31 pm
“Hmm.. this wasn’t here before” Zara thought picking up the hot pink tube of lipstick out from the mass of black lippies scattered on her vanity. Lola uncapped the lipstick to reveal a hot pink color, much different from what she usually chose, but the color was intoxicating and Zara couldn’t resist applying the shade onto her own lips.
Zara admired her reflection in the mirror, stunned by her own fabulosity. “Wow” she said out loud, to no one in particular. “Wow indeed,” her reflection said back. Zara was shocked. Her reflection smiled conspiratorially at her. “Come join me” her reflection said. Come through the mirror.” Zara tested the glass, her hand slid through, like it was water. She followed with the rest of her body and appeared in a magical world filled with more color and music than she knew. “We’ve been waiting for you, Countessa Fluorescent,” a servant said, “Your ride is waiting for you,” he motioned towards a carriage being drawn by two beautiful white unicorns, “you are wanted at the palace.”
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August 4th, 2009 at 4:32 pm
This was so much fun to write, your colors really inspired me!
Her pout was perfect; pure lilac decadence slicked across smiling lips. White curls were piled high on top of her head, small purple stars hovering around the towering confection. Glitter trailed around her in magic swirls, a blue dress crafted of silk like water rippling around her. She floated down the red carpet, and they swooned over those lilac lips. Marie Antoinette, eat your heart out, she thought as she flashed the papparazzi a dazzling smile.
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August 4th, 2009 at 4:33 pm
aah shoot i changed names half way through… Zara is the name, not lola, and it’s all one character… oops.
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August 4th, 2009 at 4:58 pm
It was a pout that had been known to get the lady anything she wanted. A glimmering castle that sparkled in the sunlight and gleamed under the white hot light of the moon. Subjects, shoes, and sex appeal, she was more than a lady. She was royalty, and she had everything a Countessa could ever want. Including the best love ever.
Leaning in, she pressed her fluorescent pink lips to the mirror, winking at her reflection. “Always,’ she said with a laugh, returning to her suitors who could never love her as much as she loved herself.
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August 4th, 2009 at 5:02 pm
“Countessa Fluorescent”
Pouting in the mirror, Siren flicked through the personal style options in the on-screen menue. Lime green jumpsuit, dangerously red mini skirt, celestial blue trapeze cut dress – nothing seemed to catch her fancy tonight. She turned to her hair instead, it’s alien-like jet blue black colour was beginning to bore her. Suddenly she grinned, glowing fluorescent pink curls trickled down her shoulders. All she needed was the black lace dress and a matching smile and she was ready.
(I am DEFFINATLY going to buy this lipstick!)
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August 4th, 2009 at 5:07 pm
D’Lilac:
Bright lights played over the gilded pathway, shades of crimson and fuschia, cobalt and kelly green. The light came from within the people themselves. It came from the sky above, twinkling down from hovers and their inhabitants. Everything was smooth and slick, brightly coloured and wild. Just as the people were.
Men dressed as elves, delicate women in mouse ears and spotted gowns, and sparkly unicorns that pranced in and out of sight much as they once had in and out of reality. Amongst it all she was cool, collected. A dream girl in a fantasy world, with layers of crinolines and exquisitely twirled hair. She was as real as she was every fantasy dreamt. In a moment there, the next gone. A memory of cool lilac lips and sparkling eyes. She would be back. She always came back.
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August 4th, 2009 at 5:08 pm
Countessa Fluorescent – clean, bright neon pink for that perfect Barbie pout!
As the Countessa FLourescent looked out her window she began to smile. Such beautiful bright pink flowers had grown where only a week ago green grass once laid. Her eyes widened as she saw someone picking up her beautiful flowers. “Stop” she yelled out her window. With this she ran down her stairs and into her garden to see a man, a gorgeous man picking up one of her flowers.
For your my Contessa Flourescent. She shook her head “No one is to touch my flowers”. The man looked at her and said with such sincere “these are flowers of beauty and should be put on display where ever you go”.
Just like this lipstick, it is too pretty to just let sit at home, you should take it everywhere with you so you to can enjoy the power of Countessa Flourescent and her beauty!
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August 4th, 2009 at 5:10 pm
Surrounded by candied flowers, she woke in a daze.
Immediately blinded, she crinkled her eyes as the glittering sun protruded her irises.
The sky was made of mirrored glass and her reflection shined as it enchanted the entire city.
Preposterous as it may seem, it was just the everyday magic of D’Lilac!
<3
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August 4th, 2009 at 5:13 pm
Styletto – smooth, creamy black. Finally a black that won’t bleed, run or smudge!
In a future where colours are so bright and the sky is so blue. We turn to dark shades of lips to counteract the beauty we see everywhere.
This is no ordinary gothic look, this is true beauty, where dark meets bright. Pair her with any gorgeous shade of Lime Crime dust and you will be amazed!
Black is the new Pink!
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August 4th, 2009 at 5:15 pm
D’Lilac – boutique crème de lavender dessert in a tube. For post-modern Marie Antoinettes only!
OFF WITH HER HEAD. Probably not the best way to keep your lips looking fabulous!
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August 4th, 2009 at 5:29 pm
“Who is this woman.”
Her purple jumpsuit glittered as she walked into my room. I knew why she was here. At least the Boss was kind enough to hire a beautiful woman for the job. She tossed her curly hair, that seemed to shimmer, as she cocked the barrel of her pink gun. POW. The light bounced off the jeweled unicorn emblem on her gun as the bullet went through and through. I knew who she was then.
She walked towards where I lay, barely conscious, on the floor. She knelt down beside me, her gilded suit now stained with my satin blood. She kissed me then, on the cheek. Her perfect mouth left a burning lavender pout on my skin. She left then. As she strutted out my door, I thought,
“I’m glad she was the last thing I saw before I died.” D’Lilac.
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August 4th, 2009 at 5:37 pm
Unhappy with how the night had turned out, she dipped a green-gloved hand into her purse, pulling out a hot pink tube of lipstick. She smeared it all over her – unhappily pouting – lips white sauntering toward the bright yellow sports hovercar that floated behind the club. She wrote, in a messy hand, a message in offensively bright neon pink on his driver side window;
“You’d best be calling me, sweetheart – remember the girl in green.
love, Countessa Fluorescent.”
“Well.” She smirked. “That ought to get his attention.”
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August 4th, 2009 at 5:40 pm
The conveyor belt came to a shuddering halt as the last robot rolled off the production line. It was as if the factory suddenly ground to a halt- workers from each branch slowly turned to the latest Contessa-241 class robot. It was fluorescent pink. Confused and a little angry at the mishap, the Contessa was thrown in the dirty warehouse, to be thrown away later. Cold, alone, and scared, the robot longed for someone to come along and whisk it away, far away from the damp, cold room. A single simulated tear rolled down it’s cold, emotionless face, glimmering in the shadows from the small sliver of light emanating from the bottom of the door.
What seemed like ages to the automatron passed, until the daughter of the CEO wandered into the warehouse, a small child lost in the belly of the machine. Her eyes surveyed the shelves and containers with curious awe, searching for mischief, perhaps. All at once, her breath caught in her throat- a pink metal arm was jutting out from behind a container, reaching out for help. Without hesitation, the little girl reached for its cold, steel claw, and gripped it lovingly, as if to welcome a long lost friend.
And when the robot finally powered its ocular circuits, it saw the innocent face of a small child, staring back in wonder and amazement. And at that moment, the late fluorescent Contessa-241 model knew that it had found a friend in this cold, steel, unforgiving world.
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August 4th, 2009 at 5:45 pm
Celeste lay silently, watching the holographic clouds sparkle and reflect the fiery reds and golds of the evening sky. The dust from the Pixie trees was sent dancing into the air after every gust of wind. Celeste reached her hand towards the sky and cupped it, letting the breeze transport some into her palm, and smiled. She closed her eyes, searching the ground blindly for a D’Lilac, the flower that housed it’s famous lavender-tinted sugar between each petal. She spoke to herself aloud, “I feel like a sugar rush.”
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August 4th, 2009 at 5:50 pm
Ack, that’s supposed too be “while”, not “white” up there.
A woman with hair like bedazzled cotton candy stepped into the room – and it felt like everything froze. The moving lights, the holographic fish swimming between party guests stopped mid-movement. The air was perfectly still, and no-one dared move a muscle – out of respect, or perhaps wonder at the woman’s perfectly luminescent person. “My darlings,” she said, suddenly. The gaze of every living thing in the room fixed on her lips, as they had broken this standstill. Pale, cool – a light shade of lilac. “I am sorry to have kept you waiting. I am the owner and maintainer of this fine establishment, and you may call me D’Lilac.”
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August 4th, 2009 at 5:56 pm
Styletto.
His face hung, naked and exposed to the wretched intolerance of his creators. Hisses of hate tore themselves from the pits of their stomachs; he knew he wasn’t welcome.
As he slammed his door, his world burst. Colors and scents tantalized and infected every morbid crevice of his mind. He began to paint. His new skin stroked and caressed his skin, filling him with freedom and contempt. He wasn’t a sixteen year old boy; he was the prince of his own world. Once he could see through his new eyes he added a new kiss-shaped dark seal of confidence. This is who he was, and would always be.
His parting shot was a letter, a clean break.
“You gave me life, so let me live.”
Signed with no name, just a deep, bud shaped kiss. He walked away, and his letter would crumple along with his old life.
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August 4th, 2009 at 5:56 pm
Long, mascaraed lashes. Smooth, pale skin. Little black dress. Diamonds, handbag, heels – check, check, check. She looks at her reflection and is torn. She’s glamorous, no doubt – she looks perfect… but a little predictable, a little boring. Something’s definitely missing – but what?
Rummaging through her candy-striped makeup case, she finds what she’s looking for. Concealed beneath a flash of fuschia packaging, the lipstick is even brighter on the lips. She smooths it on, adding an edge, a sexiness – in the moonlight, anyone would swear that this pink-lipped siren has begun to glitter. Countessa Flourescent is ready to play.
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August 4th, 2009 at 6:09 pm
Her hovercraft-vespa-skateboard was as bright as her neon lips, which smacked and pursed as she readied another glitter-bubble with her tongue. She ran a gloved hand over her head, securing the little tiara in the front of her pink mohawk, and her lashes, huge and bejeweled, winked suggestively at stunned passers-by ten feet below her. Casting a glance behind her to make sure her crew of sky-pirates, The Pinks, was keeping up with her, she slammed her Doc-Martened foot on the gas.
The bubble was between her lips now, &pulling close to her target, a young man wearing only a buzzcut &overalls driving a hover-harley in the opposite direction, she leaned in close, blew out sharp – expand&POP – &he was covered with pink glitter as the bubble broke in his face. He turned to look at his assailant, and on the back of her magenta leather jacket, he just saw her emblazoned name – “Countessa Fluorescent” – before she &her gang disappeared into the candy-colored night.
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August 4th, 2009 at 6:14 pm
Tiny diamonds of light twinkled in the morning dew as the lilac petals unfurled around her. Yawning prettily, she stretched her arms above her, relishing the warm kiss of the dawn’s new day. Her bejewelled crown glittered in the morning light, sunbeams danced in her lavender hair, and a gentle breeze played through the pastel pink and holographic blue ruffles of her dress and petticoats.
Princess D’Lilac rose from her flower bed and bid good morn’ to the unicorns capering in Central Park.
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August 4th, 2009 at 6:15 pm
Countessa Fluorescent – clean, bright neon pink for that perfect Barbie pout!
Audrey was nervous as she walked up the cracked steps to the Chinatown police station on a cold, silent night. It was her first stake out with the NYPD. The sergeant told her not to worry. She would be working with the best in the department. The sergeant led her to police car with a pink interior. Then, the car shifted and formed a humanoid shape. “This is Countessa Fluorescent,” said the sergeant. Audrey’s new partner was a humanoid transformer.
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August 4th, 2009 at 6:35 pm
Countessa Fluorescent
She was once the belle of the beach, the maven of Malibu; but due to a horrible neutral attack, Countessa Flourescent had found herself living in a world of muted colors that could never excite her imagination. She needed something to bring the sparkle back to her eyes.
As she was strolling through the sand one day, thinking of the candy colored world that she had once called home, she felt something brush against her toes.. she looked down and there it was! A beautiful pink tube! She slowly pulled off the cap and looked inside. Like fireworks against a dark sky, the fluorescent pink color flowed from the tube and danced across the sand and the water. Suddenly her world was brought back to life, only this time better than before! The water sparkled like a blanket of diamonds against the sun and she soon heard the sounds of children laughing. She slowly returned the cap to the tube and placed it safely inside her pocket, knowing that as long as muted colors existed.. she would definitely need it again one day.
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August 4th, 2009 at 6:44 pm
“Would you like to hear a story?” said the old gypsy to the weary travelers. The travelers, weary and amazed at the valley they arrived in with the sparkling lights and edible flowers, sat down and listened. “There is a legend to the flowers that bloom in this valley, their bright and unnatural pink covers the floors of the forests and hides the many dark bushes here.” Intrigued, the travelers sat and listened.
“There once lived here in this very valley the Countessa Fluorescent of Rainbow Falls. She was the most beatiful maiden there ever was and many a suitor came for her hand in marriage. She did not believe in marriage, however, and got tired of all the suitors offering candied violets, unicorns, and hover-carriages. So, she locked herself in a tower deep in the valley. But an earthquake struck and her tower was pulled into the Earth. But it is said, that her beauty is so strong that flowers sprung up all across the valley and all had the color of her lips on their petals.”
The travelers fell asleep, but they knew that first thing in the morning, they would venture out to Rainbow Falls and pick those flowers.
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August 4th, 2009 at 6:47 pm
Oh, I wrote one but it got too long! lol.
See if I can change it.
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August 4th, 2009 at 6:51 pm
“Countessa Fluorescent”
In a large house on top of the Hollywood Hills you can find Countessa Fluorescent who lives for expensive thrills…….
The signs of wealth and fame and a new era of Candy Futuristic where all fabulous girls reign.
The highways covered in neon lights, the beautiful candy colored skies.
Sequin covered bright pink heels, speed on the gas and turn the glitter covered wheels.
Onto a city where in the streets Disco music plays, and the shopping sprees last for days.
A spectacle you have to see to belive. Where white Unicorns run gracefully free.
A small piece of Heaven some people say when they see the Rainbows during a
bright sunny day. A beautiful forest with creatures that can talk make for a
great summers day walk. Can you hear the purple and white pet parakeets squawk?
This wonderful place built on peace by Countessa Fluorescent came to her in a candy colored dream…..
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August 4th, 2009 at 7:04 pm
I opened my makeup case, a glittery pink affair with sparkling butterfly embellishments sprinkled across the lid. I needed to right color to give myself the perfect, most irresistible pout the world had ever known. I reached for the red… Too cliché. I tapped a glittering fingernail against my chin and gazed into the mirror. I glanced down again and saw it, the holographic unicorn and my eyes started to twinkle with mischief. I opened the tube and the perfection of the pink was almost overwhelming. It glides on across my lips and behold! I am a princess, my pout something from a fairytale.
The party is amazing, with bubble machines sending perfect spheres of color out across the dance floor. There are women dressed as mermaids, princesses, and all manner of sparkling fairytales are coming to life before my eyes within the glitter haze that fills the room. I smile as I enter and the world stops, people stare at me with unabashed curiosity and all I can say is, “It’s Candyfuture, baby, and I am the Countess Fluorescent!”
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August 4th, 2009 at 7:04 pm
She carefully poured the mix of star fruits, strawberries, sugar and cream into the glossy pie crust, admiring the rich pink mixture that looked so innocent. An absentminded rendition of the lullaby, “Hush Little Baby,” escaped her lips as she began adding the top layer of pie crust, slowly covering the fruity fuchsia mixture. As she slid it into the oven, the doorbell chimed softly, and her lips curved into a full smile. A deep voice called out, “Honey, I’m home!” and she thought contently that life insurance was indeed a wonderful, wonderful thing.
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August 4th, 2009 at 7:05 pm
**contentedly
Neglected to proofread, heh, sorry.
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August 4th, 2009 at 7:11 pm
Pandora dashed into the bakery, checking the holographic hands of the delicate glass clock on the wall. 7:30. She breathed a sigh of relief. Just enough time to check on the tarts before open hours start, Pandora thought to herself. Trays of pastries floated past her on neon trays as she headed towards the kitchen, tying her apron as she went.
Pandora smiled as she looked at her finest tarts yet; delicate pastry shells filled with crème de lavender. Struck with a sudden inspiration, she pulled out a tube of lipstick. She spun a tiny color wheel on its side, finally settling on a matching shade of pale purple. She put it on and glanced into her compact mirror, smiling again. Between the tarts and my lipstick, this bakery is going to be the talk of the town today.
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August 4th, 2009 at 7:23 pm
I know it’s a little longer than two paragraphs, but I hope you won’t be disappointed. I love your lipstick colors!
The world is bright. I don’t know how I arrived here, but I am in a city made of crystal and rainbows. I cross the Arc of Dreams, a crystal bridge with a rainbow sheen, that rests over the River of Love, the cleanest, most lovely river I have ever laid eyes on. I feel so overwhelmingly out of place in my jeans and t-shirt that I run into the nearest clothing boutique I can find.
When I step out of the dressing room I’m a whole new girl. In a glittering, rainbow knee length tulle skirt I know I’ll turn heads. My bodice is made from the finest silver silk I can find, and is covered in tiny crystals that catch the light differently whenever I move. I have two identical high heels in two eye catching colors, lilac and daisy. But something is missing… The girl behind the counter smiles at me and holds out something in her hands, “Try this.”
I eye the tube, pink and promising, and open it. The lilac color matches my shoe so perfectly that before I can think about it I’ve applied it. I look into the mirror and Cinderella is staring back, or Marie Antoinette, or another glamorously beautiful royal. I look around and realize that I’ve always belonged in this land of magic lipstick and sparkles. I just didn’t know how to get here.
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August 4th, 2009 at 8:07 pm
“The Evil, Irresistible Countessa Fluorescent of LimeLand”
Countessa Fluorescent of LimeLand was evil, and irresistible
Built from Lego, her castle leaned under the weight of her kryptonite tiara, and the villagers lived in constant fear of its collapse
Goblin-bone corsets drifted along the moat, just out of their reach, after being flung by Countessa in a fit of rage
None could ever overcome the castle’s defenses, it being guarded by vicious cloned GaGa’s
But, what the villagers were ashamed to admit, is that they were bound to Countessa’s evil reign – for when she screamed, it was music to their ears, and for when she stormed the castle, hypnotic pink pollution rose from its peaks, causing the possessed villagers to dance an evil, irresistible dance.
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August 4th, 2009 at 8:39 pm
Duchess Adelle D’Lilac adjusted the tulle of her skirts and pulled her silver corset back into place. Her plastic heels were killing her, but she knew that this night would pay for the pain thrice-over. She turned and pursed her lips into the mirror; one perfectly lavender pout stared back at her. She spent a few more seconds at the mirror, checking her hair to make sure her white-blond curls still sat pristinely on top of her head. She twirled gracefully, before stepping out of the powder room and back into the grandstand, just in time to see the unicorn for which she had placed her bets earlier leaping beautifully across the finish line.
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August 4th, 2009 at 8:58 pm
She would not be one of them : predictable, pencil-skirt suits, tight-lipped mouths, Botox-still faces over-powdered with white, trawling to galas to gossip, a lavish existence of trips to Nicaragua and Tahiti, cruise ships and operas and nights out with three-hundred-dollar tabs of wine all to cover up an empty interior, attic-like with one moth twirling lazily in the air, home to unwanted tiny socks and pampers.
No, there was something about her that reeked of a dangerous lust for life, adventure, sunlight, salt and sea-soaked skin. Something about her hair, the way she let her dark roots spin down into carefree split-ends wildly dangling at the tips of sun-lightened brown and caramel tresses. Something about her laughter, the parting of her Countessa Fluorescent-slicked lips revealing white-pearled teeth, an explosive release of Santa Claus-like jolliness, complete abandonment, followed by a bubbling energy of charmingly uncontrolled giggles. She was everything that we, trapped in our starched-collar tuxedos and sequin-stitched gowns, wanted to consume, to own, to capture, to tie-down, if not out of lust then out of envy for the kind of unshackled joy that we, having spent so much time crafting constructed selves, could not possess.
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August 4th, 2009 at 9:14 pm
Marissa Marietta was a girl who looked as if a wind might have loved her. Her hair was fine like dandelion fluff and her long eyelashes tangled like cobwebs; people thought Marissa Marietta was a strange reed indeed, likely to break under careless fingers but they didn’t realize that the silver slip of a girl-child was in actuality a woman-warrior of unbending iron who rode like a ghost made of wild elephant ivory on the back of a holographic unicorn whose mane was slivers of diamonds between white fingers. This unicorn had antigravity sneakers instead of hooves, but that didn’t make it any less of a real thing and Marissa Marietta switched its shoelaces constantly from lime-crime green to tart-pastry pink. She rode her holographic unicorns up curly buildings and cube buildings and their lights danced off Marissa Marietta while she evaded the beautiful, poisonous gas that bloomed like visible disco music and stole the hearts of CEOs as casually as she reapplied her lipstick.
When they caught her later (“She was such a quiet girl!” the neighbors said but no one saw the unicorn. It got away), those wee, withered organs were in neon jars and Marissa Marietta flashed a fluorescent smile like the scent of lilac at the police. Then, in a puff of cotton candy, she was gone – like a robot’s first laugh – leaving on the imprint of a lavender-icing smudged kiss on Detective Sexypant’s golden-orange cheek.
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August 4th, 2009 at 9:39 pm
I chose to write about D’lilac.
The crowd gasped as she entered, Her dress in pinks and blues sparkled as the lights hit the holographic threads stitched into the bodice. The blue halo holding up her towering hair was removed as she stepped onto the floating opaque platform. She coldly viewed them, her lilac lips curling as she uttered her last. Silence echoed as she bowed her head.
Moments later the patrons of the théâtre de l’avenir erupted, all in awe of her performance. The Lady D’lilac curtsied modestly and smiled, puckering her gorgeous mouth to blow a kiss or two; grateful that they had liked the play.
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August 4th, 2009 at 9:43 pm
d’lilac
as she laid across her bed all done up like a doll wrapped in a fluffy, pale pink gown, marie thought of the night and what was to come. she got up and moved to her vanity and re-applied her lipstick the shade of her favorite flowers. she looked out of the window to the beautiful city all lit up in pastels and creams, the setting sun cast a glow upon her face as she heard the mob enter the palace gates, “oh well, at least i look nice” as she opened her bedroom door and decended the stairs to meet what would be the last and most tragic but yet most graceful party of her life.
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August 4th, 2009 at 9:44 pm
“oh well at least i look nice” she thought**
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August 4th, 2009 at 10:27 pm
I hope you don’t mind, but I’m a copy editor by trade and couldn’t help noticing some errors in your vignette, so I edited it.
She blew through another red light at break-neck speed. Weaving through and dodging the other vehicles and pushing the limits of her new sports-hover craft, Selina was late to the premiere, and late just wasn’t as fashionable as it used to be. She pulled over to fix her makeup and regain her composure within a block of the theater. Seconds later her jet-black 2042 CF Styletto pulled up to the holographic red carpet. The sparkling unicorn hood ornament flashed an enticing wink at the throng of waiting photogs. Just as her first 6-inch heel stepped out of the Styletto and onto the carpet, the premiere was hers. Selina knew how to make an entrance.
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August 4th, 2009 at 10:32 pm
d’Lilac
Lydia never quite fit into Victorian
Society, not that such a thing would matter nowadays, but she always felt she would be closer to home there. In this deary old time, in this deary old place, nobody understood her need to cover herself in layers upon layers of pale pink tulle and organza. She ran for the bus, but knew she would not get there in time. For once she was right. Although, sitting on it’s own on the ground beside the bus-stop, was a bright pink tube. Upon closer inspection she saw a sparkling unicorn over this. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that the colour inside this was the finest shade of lilac she had ever seen. The same shade as her shoes, of the lace on that tutu she made last week, on, on, suddenly, a hundred thousand different occasions to wear this lipstick came to mind. If the was not one, she would make one. Se had missed the bus, but who cares? She could skip home, floating on the sheer amount of happiness she was feeling.
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August 4th, 2009 at 10:46 pm
Countessa Fluorescent
The Countessa had always been very heavy handed, despite her small frame. She had to be very careful when she painted her house, sure she could have hired somebody else to do it, but what painter would be willing to use the scandolously bright colours she wanted to? Even then, she was at a loss for her kitchen, having looked through a thousand paint booklets, none of them having what she wanted.
She threw her hand into the fruit basket, and realised that she had destroyed whatever fruit it was. She had no idea what it might have once been, but now is was a startling bright, creamy, pink. She took one look at it. “Perfect.” Which that, she smeared it allover the walls, before gently brushing some onto her lips, gazing into the reflective suface of the refrigerator.
“Perfect.”
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August 4th, 2009 at 11:13 pm
She’d seen the pretty countessas and noble ladies wave gaily as they passed in a mass parade, engaging in a paltry affair to satisfy the common people. But she knew better. There was a certain power to them, that was sure; their frocks and petticoats entranced men into following their every whim and fancy. But how? It simply didn’t make the least bit of sense. Surely she was jealous; she hoped to wear those dresses and curl her hair so nicely, too. Not to impress or enchant others, no. Such dreams were hers alone, to bring herself satisfaction and become the bright-eyed wonder she knew she could be.
On this particular afternoon, the girl noticed one of the ladies had dropped a bright, glittering tube in their wake. Desperately trying to return the object yielded no result; they ignored her, and so the object was hers. Upon returning to her home and opening the little device, she discovered it to hold a tone of such brilliant lavender that she nearly cried. Nothing so wonderful had ever come into her life before now! Eagerly, she ran to a dirtied mirror and wiped for one clean spot before dabbing the color to her lips. Once she saw her reflection, a single tear slid down her cheek and she smiled wider than she had in years. It was like seeing her true self for the very first time.
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August 4th, 2009 at 11:16 pm
Thought I give it a try, what have I got to lose?
D’lilac
One by one, she watched as the Queen had gorged herself with Dazzel Cakes, a new treat prompted by her servant Miss.D’lilac, who had a love for pastries almost as the townsfolk had a love for color. It ached in her heart that not yet had someone tried combining these together. You see, for years other chefs had dared to copy her purple pastries, but there was one ingrediant that had caused the Queen to have such a taste for them, and the townsfolk as well.
That my friends, had been the one thing this bright future needed the most, glee. And with a wave of a wand, faerie dust, and her lip stick stained smile, Miss. D’lilac had won over the Queen and declared the coming bright future be filled with candies and dreams. Most importantly, Dazzel Cakes for all!
(I do apologize if I made any spelling or grammar errors.)
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August 4th, 2009 at 11:19 pm
Oh, whoops! Haha, forgot to mention: I wrote for D’Lilac. Such a pretty shade of purple.
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August 4th, 2009 at 11:59 pm
I have to admit, I’m far more partial to the bright pink color of Countess Flourescent (plus the name is so cool!), but that small description for D’Lilac was so inspiring! It’s not so much a vignette as it is a short poem, but that’s just the way it came out! :D
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Dainty sugared lips curled in a devilish grin as she took to the glass steps with glee.
Hand over hand, moving ever higher, wide eyes coveted a crystalline throne.
With its frosted spires shading a macaron seat, it glittered for all to see.
Her prismatic charm matched her cupcake dress as it lit up in ways unknown.
At the height of her trek her hands easily met the top of the holo-tent above.
She took to her chair with a quick flick of her hair, the back to the edge of the beam.
A quick slick of D’Lilac sent her subjects below lavender kisses of love.
A silence, a drop, candy studded heels over head. The dauphine’s greatest act, a dream.
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August 5th, 2009 at 12:16 am
Mmmm… Styletto. That shade makes me way too happy. Anyway, the vignette:
“Diana always knew how to command the attention of an audience without even uttering a word. She floated along the ballroom floor, adorned in a shimmering silver ballgown and a tiara of star-shaped crystals. And she offered kisses to the few men bold enough to approach her, her heart-shaped black lips leaving a ghost of a mark on their cheeks. She then left just as she came, in the spotlight without even speaking.”
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August 5th, 2009 at 12:58 am
countessa fluorescent
she wasn’t the most popular enchanter in her flawless pixie pink world, but she was beautiful, and unique, and important to many enchanters. yet, she was a very insecure, lost, and sad girl. she wanted to reinvent herself to be a more confident fair girl. and so she did. she decided to give herself subtle curls and sparkling earrings, and put on a gorgeous rhinestone lollipop necklace. then she caressed her cheeks with some pink blush and smoothed on her countessa fluorescent lipstick that luminated her whole appearance. she felt beautiful. she was secure. she felt happy, and that was JUST the beginning…
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August 5th, 2009 at 1:05 am
Contessa Flourescent
In a streak of blindingly, bright pink, she soared over the city. Above the guiled skyscrapers with candy button winows, through the puffs of cotton candy clouds, and over the heads of all the sweet citizens that depend on her. She stopped only to reapply her perfectly pink lipstick and blow a few kisses, then continued on her journey to “Once again, save Buttercup City from the forces of evil.”
The newspapers called her…
“Contessa Flourescent”
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August 5th, 2009 at 1:31 am
I chose the lovely D’lilac
The city remained an immense living creature, beautiful, electric and unforgettable…Much like she was. Had she been born a cluster of stars in the sky she still could not have been more purely enticing. One last glance at the starry sky before sunrise, one last perfect pout. The neon buildings flickered their good nights to her as morning crept over, whispering the sweet lovely promises that she longed to hear. In truth there weren’t any real endings, there were only beautiful beginnings.
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August 5th, 2009 at 1:40 am
“What a studious girl” some thought, as she entered through the main doors of Sweetpuff University with her sparkling, vlevet eyes fixed on the creamy, yellow book she was so clearly engaged in.
But no one could deny that Bijou paved the way to 2026 with her pearlescent omplection, piles of wavy violet hair, and
perfeclty purple pout.
That was the day ALL D’lilac lipstick sold out of the local shops. I had to purchase mine on-line.
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August 5th, 2009 at 1:47 am
Ooops, it’s complection.
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August 5th, 2009 at 2:02 am
I chooooooose… D’Lilac!
It was the eve of the Grand All City Bake-Sale. Marie was very unimpressed with her underling’s accomplishments, evidenced by the impatient clicking of her pink patent heels on the mint-hued floors. The prim bakery owner stood amidst a sea of rainbow-pastel cupcakes, only half frosted, and many lacking sprinkles and jimmies. The neon lights beat down on the hurried forms of the bakeshop assistants who scurried about in their pink vinyl aprons, who had been struggling all day and night to get the particularly daunting order of sweets done. The macaroons were only half-baked! The souffles had deflated! And something simply had to be done about the undecorated petit-fours!
“Madam!” cried Mila, the head bakery underling. “The assistants are exhasted, and haven’t had a meal all day! We’re starving!”
Spreading some lush lilac lipstick over her pout, Marie replied: “Let them eat cake!”
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August 5th, 2009 at 2:06 am
Countessa Fluorescent
Lights flashed, music blared from every corner and holograms danced through glittering advertisements. A day out in the city was just what she needed. Maybe some shopping here and there, a nice cup of sweet hot chocolate at the local cafe? And then she saw it, a tiny, adorable makeup shop with a gorgeous holographic unicorn prancing about just outside the door. In the window she could see rows and rows of makeup displayed; eye shadows, mascaras, nail polishes in every color imaginable… and lipstick. The most beautiful shade of neon pink lipstick stood out between displays. “Countessa Fluorescent,” read the label. She couldn’t help but go inside.
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August 5th, 2009 at 2:14 am
Her name was Delilah and she was the inspiration behind the zingy mauve–blue–lavender-violet-indigo-lilac–amethyst-heliotrope D’liac’ lip colour. She had also been the inspiration behind the Tom Jones song, but we’ll let that go for the moment. Like Penelope, Circe, Arachne, the Great Goddess of Teotihuacan, the Egyptian goddess Neith and other women of extraordinary beauty and intelligence, she was Weaver.
She was here to launch the new mural-tapestries in the Hall of the Ages. The scenes depicted the use of cosmetics from the dawn of pre-history to the time of interplanetary explorations. Sadly, the Art of weaving had been abandoned some time later when the use of steel became illegal. Now, however, Delilah had resurrected the Skill by re-introducing such mundane materials as ivory, unicorn horn, and bone. Delilah had ordained that samples of D’liac’ be given out to the audience – which ran into the hundreds of thousands.
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August 5th, 2009 at 2:19 am
She let out a sigh as she reached for the brunette wig that topped her head during the working week. It was improper for a teacher to have such imaginative hair, the warning she revieved on the first day of school. She had no choice, working at such a prastegious school allowed her the pay to live her lavish rococco lifestyle. She sighed as she zipped up her black pencil skirt, slipped on her creamy loubitions and buttoned her black collared shirt. A grin run across her face as she reached for her lipstick across her glitten strawn dresser. With 2 quick strocks she slicked on her savior, her creamy D’lilac. She rose from her chair, checking the mirror once more, tucking a stray pink strand of hair back into her wig.
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August 5th, 2009 at 3:19 am
People were gobsmacked when they saw this girl on the dance floor. They watched her shimmy and shake her hips with the brightest pink disco lights in town illuminating every move she made and holographic dress turned heads.
‘Who is this girl?’ was the hot new question.
When Countessa Fluorescent finally left, she knew that her name would be on everyone’s lips by tomorrow.
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August 5th, 2009 at 4:18 am
D’Lovely D’Lilac
Everyone called her a witch, but Elvira knew that the strange old lady was really a garden sorceress. The way she grew her sharp but soothing aloe plants, the way grapes offered themselves from the vines like friendly harlots, and how roses looked like the color of the blood they had drawn with their beauty showed her power. All the old woman’s flora was lovely, yes, but what mesmerized Elvira was the lavender. Or as the old woman’s tongue would roll it, D’Lilac.
Elvira would go sleepless thinking about the soft purple, which at times was barely purple. It was whispers of violet calling out to her beneath sun and stars. It glowed stronger than neon, but was so calming it made her hysterical. The old lady could see it in her eyes how much Elivra longed for it, so she made D’Lilac surround Elvira’s home so she could sleep in wonderous peace.
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August 5th, 2009 at 5:12 am
Here’s another: Countessa Fluorescent
By day Eliza was a simple Librarian, by night she was a color combatant, a candy future warrior and most importantly the leader of the ‘Fluorescents,’ a subversive underground movement fighting the worldwide ban on color. They made it their job to cover the dull grays of this metallic world with beauty. Wherever they had been artistic artwork in vibrant shades sprang. Eliza always left her calling card by her creations, written in a fabulous pink lipstick: “May your days be full of rainbows and fairy dust, love The Countessa Fluorescent.”
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August 5th, 2009 at 9:18 am
Countessa Fluorescent
Magenta struggled to break free from the hold of her captures, the Violet Guard, as she was dragged across the resplendent silver and fuscia marble floor. One guard tutted from behind her black visor as Magenta’s sonic space boots scuffed the floor as she kicked with rage.
Finally, they reached the end of the magnificent and stunnning hall with it’s hovering portaits and moving-story tapestries. There, at the end of the hall, reclining on a white gold and velvet throne, draped in the richest, rose-coloured silk and jewellery that would put any King to shame, was Countessa Fluorescent, Magenta’s evil, heartless step-mother.
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August 5th, 2009 at 9:34 am
D’Lilac
Little Felicia raced through the forest as fast as her legs would carry her. She was certain of what she’d seen and she was determined to prove it. She chased the silver sparkle, just a glimmer of the creature for what felt like forever, until finally Felicia tripped over a fallen branch and fell to her hands and knees.
Her eyes blurry with disappointment and fatigue from running so furiously, she slowly gazed up. A gasp caught in her throat as the silver sparkle danced before her eyes. Her vision began to clear, and yet the sparkle only grew stronger, until it took form. The form of a silver unicorn, with the most striking violet eyes. “D’Lilac!” yelped breathlessly, “I knew it. You’re real!”
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August 5th, 2009 at 9:46 am
I chose to write about Countessa Flourescent
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Flora nervously picked up her lipstick tube. Tonight was the night. She knew that it was her last time to impress the Duke and she needed to. She loved him. She thought that he might like her too, he had danced with her at every dance this Season. Tonight was a masked ball and she had told him she would be wearing the most vibrant dress and makeup of any woman there. Her dress was perfect and her eye makeup truly shown from behind her mask. All she needed was a finishing touch. She applied her favorite, bright pink lipstick which perfectly matched her dress. She knew she would make an entrance. They would call her Countessa Flourescent.
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August 5th, 2009 at 9:53 am
Lila was the new girl in school. As she walked in into the classroom with the ease of a slinking kitten, Violette couldn’t help but notice the girl’s pointed fairy ears and sparkling amethyst eyes. Lila sat next to Violette and smiled a crooked little-girl grin. Violette suddenly felt an urge to grab Lila by the wrist and take her away from the mundane school, to fly with her.
Later that night they would fly. Violette cruised her seafoam green hovercraft with Lila by her side. They zipped through the shimmering rainbow sky, holographic stars streaking by. Lila stopped at their destination: The Ballroom, a discotheque with two pink neon-light unicorns hovered over the grand gates. Before making their entrance the girls adjusted their powdery wigs and beauty mark stickers. Violette whipped out a sparkling tube of lipstick: D’lilac, a creamy hue of pale lavender. “Perfect” said Lila. Perfect for a night of glittery dancing with a star-crossed friend, a night where the thump of the bass and sugar-spun vocals flows right through your veins.
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August 5th, 2009 at 10:00 am
“D’Lilac”
The game had begun in what was an especially odoriferous patch of the garden, where the hyacinths, lilacs, and red ramblers took turns blooming from one end of the season to the other, in les jardins du Château de Versailles. Louis had vowed to find her, but that spring, the lilac trees could not have been more fragrant or fair, camouflaging Marie perfectly. Louis searched the gardens all afternoon, and as the sun began to set he finally settled on a brim of a fountain, sighing. It seemed would never find Marie, and just as despair started to well up, small soft hands clamped over his eyes. He grinned, smelling the honey suckle and lilac on her skin, and her laugh rang out like a tiny silver bell. There was no need to fret, for now as long as they were together, the world could wait.
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August 5th, 2009 at 10:46 am
She wanted to be that girl with ten horses, a wardrobe bigger than a vintage shop and all the confidence of a 200-pound cage wrestler. Maybe cage wrestler wasn’t the best analogy.. she wasn’t sure, her head wasn’t in the right place. It was 2am, down the narrow stairs to the best secret party the world would never hear about. The beauty of a dark setting, be it a forest rave or just a club with sweaty walls, is all the things (and people) you can’t see . She’d broken hearts in that town, had her name etched and etched-over in tattoo shops, dragged through gossip columns and whispered by cynical somebodies in corners of clubs. Tonight would be about starting over. There might be enemies out there, anonymous behind glasses or hidden under UV lights. But there might also be new friends. The darkness made everyone a more beautiful, anonymous version of themselves. The flickering eyelashes, the curved outline of cheekbones in a heart-shaped face.
She decided she would stand out tonight, be brave and show up for a sparkling rebirth into unknown arms. She traced the pink stick around her mouth, outlining a shape heavy and soft as a Surrealist sofa. The magenta shade of crushed flowers, but unearthly and far too bright to occur in nature. Each past mistake gave rise to something new, and each night out was an adventure, calling for a new adventurous self. Tonight she would call herself Countessa Flourescent, raver fatale and glitter royalty. And tonight she would select a new partner in crime, marked with a violently bright-coloured kiss.
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August 5th, 2009 at 11:07 am
What a wonderful idea! Here is my entry for D’Lilac:
Appearing doll-like, her creamy porcelain skin shone under the neon lights. Her platinum hair flowed down her back, her eyes hidden behind large, metallic frames as she descended the hot pink crystal staircase to the stage. Behind her smile were thousands of stories, full of magic, wisdom, love and everything in between.
She stood behind the microphone, taking it all in. This was what she had always wanted. Slowly, she slipped off the frames, revealing those eyes. Elizabeth Taylor eyes. Violet eyes. The crowd erupted with shrills of excitement as glitter filled the air.
She was one of a kind. She was a rock star. She was a legend. She was D’Lilac.
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August 5th, 2009 at 12:09 pm
Here is my entry for Countessa Fluorescent:
Asleep in her bed, visions of sugarplums do not dance in her head. Visions of color, glitter and light fill her head all through the night. Radiant yellow and vivid pink, things you couldn’t imagine, things you couldn’t think! Illuminated in luscious silk, her hair of fire and skin of milk. Her eyes full of shimmer, smile full of shine, lips stained the color of a delicious red wine.
Kissed by moonlight and tempted by lyrics of love, fall under her spell and she, you will never get enough of. Loved by all and thought of divine, she is truly and simply one of a kind. The woman is splendid, bright and luminescent…and for this, she would always be known as Countessa Fluorescent.
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August 5th, 2009 at 1:03 pm
“Countessa Fluorescent”
Stolen valuables still in hand, the mugger ducked down another dark alleyway, one of the few places still breeding crime in the bright, stylish city. He stuck to the shadows and hoped for the darkness to conceal him…he was so close to making it home…when BAM!
Reeling from the punch, he looked to see his attacker. Out of the darkness came a tall vibrant beauty, her suit a fluid black and her hair such a perfect neon pink that it lit up the darkness. She gazed down on the criminal, who was now trembling with fear at her feet. “I’m Countessa Fluorescent,” she told him, “And you have five seconds to run.”
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August 5th, 2009 at 1:21 pm
D’Lilac
She noticed him through the nightclub’s mirrored wall. She streched her legs and ordered a new drink. The lights danced around her as she stood up and started walking with the drink in her hand. Her steps seemed to create the music that surrounded the club. She was wearing a purple sparkling dress and see-through heels and the air around her smelled like lime and passionfruit. Before she passed him, made a deep sigh. He lift his gaze to see her luscious lilac lips and then her emerald green eyes. She kept on walking, knowing that he would follow her to the dancefloor.
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August 5th, 2009 at 1:55 pm
160 feet in the air, his craft hovered as he sat nervously. Beads of sweat collecting across his forehead, he waited in line outside the department store. Bright neon pink signs shown on his face, reflecting glittering sparkles against his sunglasses.
He was thankful for the drive thru service that was offered but knew the store would soon be closing. He was late, as always.
“Its no wonder they hate us…” he mumbled, reflecting on a time when women were delicate and vulnerable. Girls weren’t what they once were and he shuddered at this thought. Veronica would be in the foyer, her tiny pixie-like body loosely veiled in pink satin with rainbow crystal appliqué. She was awaiting his arrival, quietly chewing on candy covered diamonds. They’ve acquired somewhat of an appetite.
“Finally,” as he hovered his vehicle toward the candy colored window, the woman in lime green stood for just a second, before she began to shut the heavy colored glass.
“Wait!”
“I’m sorry, if you would like to make a purchase please come back tomorrow.”
His eyes darted passed her, falling on the lipstick, standing solely just for him to pluck it.
D’Lilac radiated in its perfect form, drenched in opalescent pink, sparkling unicorn dazzling in the light.
“Please I just need that!” He pointed in the direction but she shook her flame colored pigtails.
Panic shot through him.
“Shes going to eat me!…” he mouthed, just as the woman in lime green shut the window, a wry smile spread across her cheeks.
In my future this is what happens to women after years of getting their period, child birth, men, and blow jobs :) (its no wonder their jaws can unhinge!)This is for D’Lilac the prettiest of them all! (I must have it!)
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August 5th, 2009 at 3:06 pm
(Sorry, I am French, I tried not to make mistakes, I hope that you will understand all the same).
D’Lilac:
Alizéa is a girl who like very much the life and is fascinated of pastry. Her dream is to win the world competition of pastry which could her become known in all the universe. Sad to have no idea of an original recipe, Alizéa go to take refuge in a park. She recline in the fields of lilac, but something make her headache. She got up, and saw a pink tube, it was a lipstick… She decided to take him. She go back to the pastry and decide to added lilac in her cupcake … It was the revelation, thanks to this recipe so surprising by its taste that by its color, Alizéa won the competition and was known in the whole universe.
D’Lilac became then her fetish object: the magic ingredient as well in its cakes as in her lips.
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August 5th, 2009 at 3:30 pm
D’Lilac
Sitting in her garden full of colorful flowers
With a mirror in hand staring at her lips for hours
“Everyone wears red and pink” I want a color that looks distinct
Stella was always a girl who wanted to look unique
Then a butterfly flew right on by
across to the lilacs and and it was headed towards the
lavender sky
She then decided to try something new
a lipstick with the color D’Lilac
would be her new hue
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August 5th, 2009 at 3:46 pm
The Duchess d’Lilac rolled over in bed beneath her glimmering unicorn-hair duvet. The picture window
of her seventeenth-story Palace Flat revealed that it was at least nine already: Porsche and Chevrolet
hovercrafts zoomed by, their drivers clearly late for a long, boring day in some sort of office. Years ago,
it would have worried her that she had only two hours to pull up in front of the Queen’s Penthouse Flat on
Main Street, but ever since Cosmetiques d’Avenir began manufacturing their ever-popular
self-styling wig in Powdered Lavender, the Duchess spent only an average of an hour and a half readying
herself, even for such important events as Tea with the Queen.
As she stepped out of the bed and into her opalescent silver stilettos, Madame d’Lilac’s favorite titanium alloy serving maid, Xaganezka, skated over to the fully-equipped, metallic-violet vanity and pulled out the velvet pouf before skating back to straighten the sheets and duvet. Madame d’Lilac pulled her white hose taut over her knee, twisting the purple bows to face just so, and sat on the pouf. Two hours later, her eyes were as sparkly as the shoes that peeked out from underneath the silk/steel blend bubble dress, her powdered lavender self-syling teacup-topped wig towered over her inch-long lashes, and her trusty holographic-silver Lotus Hovercraft LC2097 pulled up in front of the 32nd-story marble staircase of the Queen’s Penthouse Palace. The Duchess d’Lilac put it in park and checked her purple pout– perfect.
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August 5th, 2009 at 3:48 pm
Sorry the formatting came out weird!
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August 5th, 2009 at 5:50 pm
I pick Countessa Fluorescent :
There is a certain smell that gives out before it rains, thought
Countessa Fluorescent as she walked outside with her corset draped in pearls and a tutu out of frosting. If she gets wet them all will see what is underneath. If she stays dry then no one will know her secret.
Somewhat shamed and nervous she is filled with excitement and pride. Pride knowing she will finally be sent free and and become who she is meant to be.
The rain starting coming down, her frosted tutu melted and ripped pearls covered the ground she stood on.
Moments later a light enveloped her with whimsy and a rainbow.
Butterflies and hologram raindrops twirled in a slight violent wind.
All was calm once more Countessa Fluorescent realized she was
the last unicorn. The last of her kind. She flew away never looking back or returning to what was her own prison. She is now Free, as she was meant to be.
Then End! oxoox
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August 5th, 2009 at 5:52 pm
sry i did not spell check :(
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August 5th, 2009 at 8:24 pm
Countessa Fluorescent!
“This is new!” little Adrienne thought, quite surprised. Clad in a silver corset, pink fishnets, and a ruffled turquoise skirt, she stepped onto the platform. Today’s shoot called for the assistance of a platypus. Spreading her radiant yellow wings, Adrienne arranged herself in numerous poses, the platypus being the focus of all pictures. Upon the ending of the peculiar photo shoot, a carriage waited outside the building for Adrienne. Arriving at a party, Adrienne was greeted by a crowd singing her name–all but one. This little girl sang out, her voice distinguishable among the rest. “Countessa Fluorescent!” her melodious voice rang. Adrienne smiled, “And so I shall be Countessa Fluorescent!”
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August 5th, 2009 at 8:52 pm
My favorite announced color, D’lilac:
Owning and managing the best patisserie in the city was difficult for Amelie. She had no time to herself; no friends, no family, no romance. But while frosting and decorating a fresh batch of sugared lilac cupcakes, the perfect patron approached the counter. Taking only one look at him, Amelie slipped and smeared the creamy, pale violet icing across her palm. Eyes turned mischievous, this stranger was only too keen to clean it off.
Hope you like it.
<3
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August 5th, 2009 at 9:14 pm
I choose Contessa!
Looking out onto the busy streets of Venice, the girl was dreaming of joining in the carnival festivities. It was a time to be whoever you wanted, but the girl had no dress, and no identity to assume. As she was walking and pondering her predicament, she spotted it. The most beautiful, candy pink fabric she had ever seen! She then knew who she would become. She would stand out from the crowd in her candy cloud dress, the Contessa Fluorescent!
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August 5th, 2009 at 9:33 pm
D’Lilac
Let them eat cake. <3
The Princess was ever so fond of her sweets, filling up her corset with diamond glazed tarts and marzipan wonderlands.
But cake had always been her favorite.
One day, a baker came to her palace, offering her the most delicious cake she would ever taste, that she would never want any other, or so he boasted. Intrigued, she accepted his gift.
As she bit into the cake, the lilac frosting lingered exquisitely upon her lips. An aroma like sugar-studded lilac blooms was infused through the soft cake and filled her mouth.
But what was this?
She licked her lips, but the frosting would not come off, sticking thick and sweet to her mouth.
Raising her hand to her face, she saw that her skin was glittering like crystals of sugar, and her rings became sprinkles. The smooth silk of her dress became like paper, the folds resembling a cupcake wrapper.
With a lilac smile, she licked the last of the cake off her finger, tasting the sugar of her body upon her tongue. It was indeed the most delicious cake she had ever tasted, and she knew she would never want another again.
And so, she became that which she ate, her candy crown perched upon that head of spun sugar and maraschino cheeks.
And her lips remained ever that beautiful, sweet shade of lilac.
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August 6th, 2009 at 12:41 am
Pure. Clean. Perfect.
These were the words that the city of Alabaster lived by. Every child and every adult had flawless, unmarked, snow white skin that matched their gleaming stark white hair and light gray eyes. No marks, no other colors to mar their perfect complexions. To have another color within you would mean impurity…and immediate expulsion from the community. Although nobody had been born of another color, there was the saying that had been passed down from century to century:
“The white had a purpose,
that purpose will pass,
your world needs a change,
I present to you – D’lilac”
The people of the city scoffed at the poem – their world was fine…perfect, actually, the way it was. With their pale skin, hair, eyes, and clothes in their pale world, they had no idea that D’lilac was everything they needed.
One spring day she emerged from beyond the hills of the town, sparkling aqua skin, neon pink hair, nails of the most metallic silver, voluptuous lips of tangerine and those eyes…those amused, sparkling lilac eyes that were ready to take on the world. She was D’lilac, the evolutionary force Alabaster had been waiting for.
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August 6th, 2009 at 1:05 am
Aaaaand, my vignette for Countessa Fluorescent!
My stories are rather dark, so I don’t expect to be picked, but I do hope you enjoy reading them. ^_^
Tesla was not pleased.
“Deary me! This color is so dull, I could cry!” she pouted, glaring at the plain pastel pink lips reflecting back at her in her pocket mirror.
But, lo, in the mirror, she noticed a little black swirl above her, growing larger and larger in the pastel blue sky.
Before she knew it, the skies let loose a torrent of rain, with cracks of brilliant light shooting through the darkness like sugar highs.
The rain fell upon her face like little crystal meteors crashing and running into each other. She smiled, her pastel pink lips now glistening.
“Oh, if I could swallow lightning!” she exclaimed.
And, so, she opened her mouth, and gazed upward to the roiling sky of strobe lights and flashes so bright and fast that they could have been rainbows, but your eyes would never know.
When they found her, she had a smile upon her lips, and it was such a fluorescent pink that her very kiss seemed electric.
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August 6th, 2009 at 1:20 am
Countessa Fluorescent
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“They’re not bright enough! Send them back!” She turned away from the array of dresses and accessories presented to her. The party was in an hour and Countessa Fluorescent was still in her robe, growing impatient. “As bright as the city lights! I want to shine, blind them.” Her fleet of assistants darted around, pulling dresses out of wardrobes and shoes out of closets.
One stylist rushed in, out of breath, carrying a silver garment bag from her favorite boutique. The Countessa pulled the dress out of the bag. It was the newest, the boldest, and the brightest. “Yes! This is perfect for the Fluorescent Countessa!” The fabric seemed to shine with a thousand tiny hot pink stars laid in the material. This was the one thing in the brightest city, bright enough for her.
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August 6th, 2009 at 2:40 am
this is for Countessa Fluorescent!
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People assumed she was the shy one the girl who never went out and was terrified of attention. But if only they knew that right now her she was the life of the party her hair swinging around her,her dress that looked like it was made of glitter, and of course her signature neon pink lips.by day she was just some plain jane but by night she was Countessa Fluorescent!
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August 6th, 2009 at 3:05 am
“D’lilac”
Delilah examined her easel carefully as she proceeded to make the finishing touches to the unicorn. In her beautiful dress, reminiscent of Marie Antoinette of long ago, she took a time out and sat down on a the billow of clouds, which were the new fashionable furniture to those who could afford such wondrous extravagance. Her dainty hand picked up a cupcake from her tray of treats and her mind wandered to how she had rose to the top. Delilah invented one of the most fascinating pieces of technology yet – Colorform, a silky weightless fabric the color of lilac or what she called it, D’Lilac, that turns paintings into reality. Anything someone wished for could be painted by Delilah and they could have it. Licking the crumbs from her purple pout, she rose and added the last brush strokes to the unicorn and then before her eyes it glittered before her, ready to be ridden into the night.
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August 6th, 2009 at 3:09 am
Are we allowed to write on Styletto?
if so, here we go :)
Pink, blue, green, orange, purple and red – Alessandra was bored with the colour of Burano. She lived with her parents in a little yellow villa, and drove her father’s crimson boat around the Venetian waters. Her mother bought all her clothes – each one cyan or magenta or indigo. But Allie dreamed of more. In her sleep, darkness took control – she had visions of sensual shadows and thick, hazy nights. Endless hues of mystery drove Allie almost insane – She was a girl obsessed.
Cruising in the boat, Allie got lost one day in the backwaters of a Venetian lane. Floating in the water, hiding from the sun, was a house the darkest shade of ebony. Allie stepped out of the boat and onto the footpath. She touched the doorknob, and felt the cameo of a unicorn built into the brass. She pushed open the door. It was an empty shop; only candles illuminated the dark features of the room. Everything was black; the books and the furniture and the clothing on black stands. Allie walked to the glass counter and tapped the service bell, and then it caught her eye. Within the case, between velvet pillows and precious onyx jewels was a fan – with silk that seemed endless and lace a girl could get lost in – deeper and more seductive than anything she’d known before.
“Would you like to see it, my dear?” The old gypsy woman pierced the silence. Allie flicked her head up in shock. The woman looked Allie up and down, sneering at her coloured clothes, and opened the cabinet.
“This, girl, will alter the way you see the whole world. This will change your life.”
Allie took the fan, and held it up to her face. She fluttered her eyes; flipped her hair; leant forward seductively.
“Confident?” The gypsy smiled. “That’s the fan of a Styletto woman – strong, fierce and fiery – and it seems it was just made for you.”
“How much?” Allie asked, but the woman was gone. Allie looked around, but the shop was no more. She was standing in an abandoned house, with no remnants of what she’d seen in sight. All that was left was her and her Styletto fan. She held it up against her colourful clothes – but they only paled by comparison.
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August 6th, 2009 at 7:13 am
Jen skimmed her fingers over the shelf of books in front of her. Her fingers traced over the bumps, frays and tears of hundreds of books. Some with soft, velveteen spines, others so old, fine particles drifted off from a breath of air. She spied a small purple book and pulled it out. A beam of purple glitter spurt out as the book dislodged.It still wasn’t the right one!She sighed and placed it back, cutting off the light. Her hands drifted from book to book.The room was quickly filled with sparkling beams of yellow, oranges, greens, reds, pinks. It was suddenly not a library, but a disco. A shadow loomed over, blocking her unveiling of a new light. Jenny smiled up at the librarian, long lashes fluttering, her chiseled features shimmering from the powder puffs that always floated lazily on a bright blue day. The librarian gave her a stern look but left all the same. As Jenny’s eyes gave one last twirl around the room, she finally spotted something. A thick, heavy gold book sealed tight with a love shaped lock. She grasped it in tingling hands and unlocked it with her heart shaped nails. She could feel the librarians hawk-like gaze upon her. Holding the book to just below her eyes, she grinned wickedly at the small pink tube. She whipped it out and slicked on the creamy, violet colour. Beautiful. With a wink at the librarian, she closed up the book and set off for a brand new day full of adventure.
Haha, this was crazy fun.
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August 6th, 2009 at 7:18 am
Sorry that was for “D’lilac” =)
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August 6th, 2009 at 9:24 am
“Countessa Fluorescent”
Never was there ever a Countessa like Fluorescent. She shimmied and shined like liquid candy in the pan. On the dance floor, she was a whirling dervish, scooping up dance partners like cotton candy around a sparkling rhinestone cone. When singing, a crystalline nightingale singing tear drop shaped notes to the moon.
Everyone wanted a taste of the Countessa Fluorescent. And like pixie dust blown about by the mischievous north wind, she’d be gone from their embraces just as soon as she was in them, leaving the taste of sugar on their tongues and a neon pink kiss on their lips.
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August 6th, 2009 at 10:53 am
D’Lilac
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August 6th, 2009 at 10:53 am
D’Lilac
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August 6th, 2009 at 11:07 am
sorry, my computer was acting up on those two comments…not my entries!!!
here we go: D’Lilac
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The snow fell upon the town in soft little flakes, dancing as they lay themselves down to rest. As the little girl stood in the storm and looked at up, her warm rosy cheeks melted the flakes upon her face. She fell onto a pile of snow, and as she looked around felt as if the world was her kaleidoscope, turning and changing and folding in on itself all the time. The little girl felt her body sinking deeper into the cold mass below her, which soon felt fluffy and tasted sweet. Soon, she felt herself spiralling, and the formerly drab storm-world became a colourful land.
She opened her eyes to find that she was laying down in a field of intergalactic lilacs, with the cotton-candy clouds shifting before her eyes. With wonder she laughed and ran through the fields of holographic liliacs, and in a moment of girlish delight, she stood on the tippytoes of her slippers and kissed one of the fragrant flowers. As she found herself tumbling back to the real world, she looked in the mirror of a nearby car to find her doll-like mouth coloured lilac. She smiled and fell back into the snow once more.
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August 6th, 2009 at 11:20 am
Growing up, D’Lilac rewinded “Earth Girls Are Easy” countless times, only to restart it again. It made her dream of Shangri-L.A., hot pink corvettes & skintight dresses like Angelyne, checkerboard dance floors, and gorgeous men with red, blue, and vibrant yellow hair. D’Lilac blended chapstick with cheap dollar drugstore eyeshadows to make her lips gold, purple, blue, and teal, and spent a week grounded for cutting up her father’s credit cards to make them in to earrings.
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August 6th, 2009 at 12:43 pm
I wrote one for “Styletto” before I had read that we couldn’t! Aww I worked very hard and hope it still counts!
Cassandra stalked across the length of her virtual closet, pulling off the perfect accessories to go with her hot vampy outfit. Her selection was quick as she picked up a pair of shoes only meant for this occasion. Poised on a chair, Cassandra slid on the 8-inch glossy black Stylettos that matched her daringly skimpy dress. These heels would certainly add an unexpected flare to the party. With a quick mist of hairspray, she ruffled up her curls into the sexy look of disarray. Her signature cherry red lips pouted back at her in the mirror. “Mirror, mirror on the wall…” she quoted, but stopped short as she realized it was her time to make an entrance.
The valet offered his hand as he escorted Cassandra out of her sleek ride. The party was being held at an underground club, only meant for a selected group of people. Her appearance was of the utmost importance tonight, and she was ready for what the night had to offer. The night was still young and the real party wouldn’t start until she was present. Cassandra strutted down the steps with confidence. She heard the intake of breaths from the guests as she made her entrance, and tried to hide her smile of satisfaction. From across the room, Brigette secretly stared daggers at her enemy who decided to crash her birthday party. Brigette tried to quell her inner turmoil and managed a tight smile as Cassandra approached her. The two shared a forced grin that conveyed many messages. Brigette steered clear of Cassandra for the rest of the night, until the last of the guests trickled out the doors of the nightclub. Cassandra decided that it was was time for Brigette’s “gift”. She pulled two shot glasses from the bar and poured them each a drink. While Brigette’s back was turned, Cassandra opened up the hidden clasp on the heel of the Styletto, revealing a tiny vial of poison. She slipped this into Brigette’s drink and stealthily approached her. “Happy Birthday, may all of your wished come true”, Cassandra murmured with an innocent smile. Brigette smiled back as the two clinked glasses and drank. Terror seized Brigette’s face as she realized her demise and the work of her enemy. Cassandra’s plan had worked flawlessly and left Brigette gasping for her last breath as she tip-toed out the back exit. “Now who’s the fairest of them all?”, Cassandra whispered. The only sound left in the dead of night was her soft laugh and the clicking of her killer Stylettos.
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August 6th, 2009 at 1:05 pm
The little girl found herself in the middle of a whirling, whirring, glowing neon circus. She licked her sticky lips of lollipop, and smiled. She had only heard stories of places like this: the towering neon ferris wheel, ever changing color from cerulean, to lime, to sunshine, to raspberry, to amethyst, and back to cerulean again; the shouts of “Cotton Candy! Pink or blue or green, sweet, spun Cotton Candy!”, and of “Popcorn! Warm, buttery popcorn! Fresh, warm, buttery popcorn!”; and the best of all, at twelve o’clock ahead, the contortionist.
She danced from a fuschia ribbon, watching the light of the various rides almost as if she was the light. Her train of hair glowed pink from the invisible stage in the sky, and her toes pointed perfectly towards the moon. A family of mechanical fairies flew around her, dragging behind them a sign which read:
“BEHOLD THE MAGNIFICENT COUNTESSA FLUORESCENT: CONTORTIONIST TO THE COURT OF THE STARS”.
The little girl licked her lollipop and imagined that the Countessa swooped down and grasped her by the hand, and together they were the stars of the show of the world.
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August 6th, 2009 at 1:06 pm
Sorry, should be: “reflecting the light of the various rides”, not “watching the light of the various rides”. Not sure how that happened. Ah, well.
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August 6th, 2009 at 1:37 pm
D’Lilac:
Little Mariella descended the stairs to her sixth birthday party, marveling at the new unicorn holograms decorating the castle walls. She deftly dipped a finger into the frosting as she passed her towering birthday cake, ready to greet her adoring court. Someday she would rule these lands, and perhaps she would be a benevolent queen. ‘But then again,’ she thought, bringing the lilac frosting to her lips, ‘maybe not.’
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August 6th, 2009 at 3:53 pm
D’lilac
Pearl sighed as she flopped down onto her heart-shaped bed. The rainbow colored comforter released a shower of glitter as her weight hit the bed. Laying on her back with her starlight white hair spread like a halo, she chewed her bottom lip in frustration. She was throwing a Princesses ball; and she, the Princess, had nothing to wear. She rolled onto her stomach and looked into the eyes of her stuffed unicorn. “What am I going to do, Opal?” she muttered. What happened next, she did not expect.
Opal blinked her eyes and tossed her lavender mane. She padded towards Pearl on her purple holographic hooves and nudged her softly. Pearl’s jade green eyes widened in surprise as Opal tentatively hopped from the bed and made her way to the pink closet doors. She followed Opal and swung the door open. “I’ve worn everything in here. Twice!” she exclaimed. Opal nudged her leg and pointedly looked to a white corseted dress with a full tulle skirt. Pearl took it from the closet and held it up to herself, “I love this dress…but everyone’s already seen it” she said, pouting.
If it was possible, a smile seemed to spread across Opal’s plush face. The unicorn reared up and touched her holographic horn to the hem of the dress. Before Pearl’s eyes, the dress took on the exact color of Opal’s mane; light lavender purple with holographic accents.
“It’s PERFECT!” Pearl squealed, scooping Opal into her arms. She sat down at her chrome vanity to apply her favorite lipstick which, thanks to Opal, matched her dress exactly. Planting a gentle kiss on Opal’s horn she said, “I do believe we’ll being having a guest of honor at the ball tonight!”
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August 6th, 2009 at 4:23 pm
Styletto;
A storm cloud was looming overhead; powerful and oppresive. A father reading a book noticed the dark presence and ushered his daughter, who was playing with the dog, inside. On the other side of town, a woman was peering out the window at the watery mass moving making its way across the sky. She thought it a sign, and decked herself out in her new outfit. In honour of the deadly heels,he called it Styletto.
To her, grey didn’t seem so bad.
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August 6th, 2009 at 4:24 pm
And oops, typo. Stupid fingers!
In honour of the deadly heels, she called it Styletto.
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August 6th, 2009 at 4:25 pm
and again :( I feel le dumb.
In honour of the deadly heels in her ensemble, she called it Styletto.
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August 6th, 2009 at 4:33 pm
D’Lilac;
It was silent. Not awfully silent, just quietly calm.
She peered through her fingers, discovering every new light glisten with innocent and pure joy; she was comfortably sitting on something that felt really fluffy, just like cotton candy. Though it wasn’t, it was the most enormous cherry blossom carpet she had ever seen, a pale shade of mauve on their petals. Light surrounded everything while tiny delicate blossoms fell constantly from D’Lilac trees; she couldn’t stop her porcelain laughter, which echoed through the infinite garden, tilting over the soft branches and making the leaves shiver with pleasure, delivering another beautiful petal rain on her strawberry locks.
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August 6th, 2009 at 4:55 pm
Countessa Florescent
The Lady wears a bright pink leather jumpsuit with no helmet. She rides against the wind in her hot pink Ducati Monster with her golden hair flapping wildly and freely. Countessa Florescent heads off in the opposite direction of the glittering city behind her. Her perfect pink lips and violet eyes show make her usually wild appearance look innocent and angelic in the moonlight. She accelerates and the intense speed sends her over the edge as she maneuvers the winding highway ahead of her. She is going so fast, she almost looks like a pretty pink laser zipping along the road. This wild beauty loves speed more than anything.
It’s enough to make her husband jealous.
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August 6th, 2009 at 5:50 pm
Alyssia sprinkled the cake with powdered sugar, and in the dusty sugar storm some sweet white flecks landed on her perfect D’Lilac lips. She licked it off and smiled at the cake iced in the same romantic lavender shade. Outside her kitchen window the neon sun was setting but it was still warm and rainbow lights that hovered in midair on the roof-top patio were lighting up. The sky was rainbow as well thanks to the lights of the tall candycane roofs all around.
She took off her pink apron with the lace frills and stepped outside with the cake into the air that was full of the scent of cotton candy and the anticipation of a surprise party.
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August 6th, 2009 at 5:55 pm
* Countessa Fluorescent – clean, bright neon pink for that perfect Barbie pout!
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Excited calls could be heard from across the shimmering courtyard.
“My Lady! We have done it!” Anders, the Royal Botanist, practically danced with glee as he presented Countessa Flourescent with his grand achievement; Glassine roses. Brightly colored, crystal clear petals sparkled in the sun as the Countessa gently wove a delecate bud into her neon pink curls.
“Keep up the good work, Anders!” The Countessa beamed. “I want a rainbow of these roses in the Manor Garden!” She swept a Hologram-Lace draped arm in a wide arc. “And can they smell like BubbleGum?”
Anders bowed and grinned. Countessa Vivienne Fluorescent’s fantastical desires sure kept him busy, but his reputation as the “Jeweler of Gardens” can’t be beat!
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August 6th, 2009 at 8:07 pm
Countessa Fluorescent
Countessa Flourescent, as the townspeople called her, was a strange but rather beautiful dancer on the streets of Candela. She was said to make a fire stop with a simple glance and a blind boy see with a simple touch. Men traveled great distances just to catch a glimpse of her dancing feet. But not even the richest man could buy his way into her heart. Only “the man who knows taste of love” could marry her.
No one quite knew what she ment, as she would not receive the fine food these desperate men brought her. But then one day a persistent prince asked the town’s witch for a clue. The old witch fancied him so she said, “catch a glimpse of her when she bathes”. So he did and what he saw astonished him. So the next day he announced happily to her and the crowd that the taste of love was cotton candy. Countessa Fluorescent smiled. For she knew she had been found out. She was merely cotton candy threaded into human form, and the real Countesssa Fluorescent was the witch in disguise who had been watching all along. The witch and the prince lived a love even sweeter than the taste of love.
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August 6th, 2009 at 8:17 pm
* D’Lilac – boutique crème de lavender dessert in a tube. For post-modern Marie Antoinettes only!
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Lola lounged in a bubble chair with Mystie, her prized Miniature Angora Unicorn, cradled in her arms. She and her sister, Audrey, chatted and sipped tea under the Cafe’s sapphire blue geodesic dome.
“Where on earth did you get that beautiful little unicorn? Her coat is the soft lavender color of the sky at dawn!” Audrey cooed, with the tiniest hint of jealousy.
“Can you believe I found her at the Magical Creature Rescue? She’s a D’Lilac, with Pearl socks.” Lola answered like a parent bragging about their child, and fed Mystie a sugar cube.
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August 6th, 2009 at 9:20 pm
D’Lilac:
Lyra knew exactly how to make her tea party perfect. She was going to have rainbow-striped icicle candies, and little fairy cakes. They were drinking tea that sprouted into little flowers at the bottom of their cups. Lyra adjusted her cape and applied another layer of lilac lipstick. One by one, her friends teleported into the room with their little robotic unicorns for the party.
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August 6th, 2009 at 9:59 pm
Countessa Fluorescent:
Suki stopped her unicorn, swinging off to continue on foot. Her father had said she would marry the man who could catch her, and she had won each race so far. But as she plunged deeper into the forest, the day-glow flowers lighting her way, she knew this time was different. This time, she wanted to be caught… and he would find her by the trail of pink kisses she left on each tree.
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August 6th, 2009 at 10:51 pm
On the streets of Neo-Chicago, they say there is a vigilante, a protector of the meek and the downtrodden. Armed with a shiny pink stun gun and a wicked fast hover-craft, she fights for what’s right in the world. Criminals freeze in their tracks at the mere mention of her name, and one good look from her sends them packing. And after her work is done, she takes off into the night, leaving behind a single pink holo-foil heart on the ground. On it is written, “xoxo Countessa Fluorescent” and nothing more.
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August 7th, 2009 at 3:14 am
Turning a knob in a pink frosted, white piped, two tear cake, Mimi,a tall, colorful teenager held in excitement while opening a door to the unknown. As she walked though the door to a forest, Mimi admiring the surrounding, regret not bringing her camera. But she was prepared for an adventure.
Noticing a lush flower field in the center of the dark forest, Mimi knew that D’Lilacs were extinct. She recognized a painting of the beautiful icy pink blossom in the museum. Mimi took a whiff of the delicate flower, the smells of a crisp waterfall and exotic fruit came rushing into her like fireworks. She knew she couldn’t keep this from the world.
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August 7th, 2009 at 10:27 am
D’Antoinette D’Lilac was growing impatient. She flicked open her pink holographic pocket watch and listened to the seconds pass by. She had already escaped from the dungeon, slain the robotic dragon and floated across the molten sugar river in a bubble pod; all without ruining her powdered wig or blemishing her yellow space suit.
At long last, she could hear the cloppings of a unicorn with a handsome prince astride it – her ride was here.
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August 7th, 2009 at 1:35 pm
Lo’s heart hammered in her chest as she stared at the tiny package, glowing beneath the lime light of her work table. This was it: the secret ingredient needed to complete Project D’Lilac. With this discovery, Lo would no longer be the klutzy runt of the Candylab crew. She would be famous. She lifted the plump, purple marshmallow from its packaging and carefully climbed up the ladder to the top of the D’Lilac pod. She dropped the marshmallow into the bubbling rainbow liquid, in which was hovering the vague shape of a human being.
Lo clapped her hands gleefully, throwing her off-balance. Falling from the ladder, Lo gasped in horror as she watched a tin of goose liver plop into the pod. Suddenly, the liquid began to fizz and churn. The glass cracked, and out stepped a dainty stockinged foot. Lo screamed as the pale figure emerged, bedecked in frills and an enormous blue dress, her powdered wig nearly three feet high. Lo’s stomach did somersaults as she saw the scar around the figure’s neck. The undead Antoinette smiled menacingly with her lilac lips as she held out a piece of fluffy white cake. “Cake?”
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I hope that isn’t too long! I was planning to be Marie Antoinette for Halloween so that (on top of the lipstick of course!) was my inspiration. It was fun! :)
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August 7th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
I’ve been watching this blogazine for a while and finally I’ve got the courage to comment! It feels good to stretch the writing muscles.
“Countessa Fluorescent”
“Hey doll, was there an accident at the neon refinery or what?” One of the three darkly dressed ruffians on the corner shouted. His buddies whistled and yelped. F87-ZZ9 halted, sighed, and ran one hand through her shocking pink hair before she turned around to face them. Behind huge mirrored sunglasses, she zoomed in on the catcaller’s mug and ran diagnostics. Facial structure was a perfect match to the one on the most wanted list—the burglar who had broken into Countess F’s villa and made off with three priceless macrophoenix eggs. Bingo. She lifted one cyborg arm and fired four perfect shots from her immaculately manicured fingers, snagging the perp and his friends in pulsating blue plasma nets.
“You have the right to remain silent,” she started her mandatory speech, and flashed badge from the holo-projector on her belt. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in court. And for future reference, neon glows red-orange, not pink.”
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August 7th, 2009 at 7:02 pm
Countessa Fluorescent
D0748 was nothing special, just one of the thousands of dancing dolls designed to entertain the humans. She had emotions, they all did. Why couldn’t the humans see that? Life inside her storage cell was grey and cold. The dolls never talked with one another, it was against the rules and good behavior meant more performances. Performing- it was the only thing D0748 had. Her only chance to put on the candy pink stage lipstick. Her only color in a livid world.
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August 7th, 2009 at 9:34 pm
Mother never let me play…
Karesinda kept telling herself. But Mother doesn’t know this secret.
Opening the window to the cool late autumn breeze, Karesinda listened to the low hum of passing hovercrafts. Pressing a button she had on her neon-glo belt, she waited for her own hoverbyke to pull up under the window.
She crossed the room to her mirror, checking her dark blue hair and impeccable outfit for errors, she applied the bright pink she had become well known for on her lips.
She was not Karesinda; now she was Countessa Fluorescent, ready to play the night scene; the sex vixen all men dreamed of and all women wanted to be.
And Mother Dearest would never know.
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August 8th, 2009 at 12:23 am
Shoe Addict:
She rolled over, sighing deep, as she clutched the bright blue sparkling pumps tightly against her breast. Her whole body was frozen blue. Whenever she would get too cold, she would dance. Her breath exploded from her in short bursts as she panted in lingered excitement. She might not be able to afford to keep the heat on, but she would die before she allowed them to take her shoes.
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August 8th, 2009 at 3:19 am
She seemed to embody everyrthing beautiful-luscious hair, curvaecious body and daring stilleto platforms were everyday for her.As was mandatory.Yet tonight she would break free. She was dressed to the nines, beatiful as a ballgown, and she knew it. Upon arrival she gazed at her reflection-a stunning array of deep purple hair and her favourite lipstick-Countessa Fluorescent. She was no longer the beautiful human, restricted to perfection: she was the carefree unicorn, who only knew how to have fun. She adjusted the glittery horn on her untamed hair and stepped out of the transporter beam into a wild array of magical creatures, who knew no restriction. The freedom ball-where humans were only allowed if disguised as the magical creatures heard in the fairytales of old. An escape from the monitored, perfectionist lives they must all live.
Every creature anonymous, here in disguise.
She had entered a secret candyland, where nothing was forbidden and everything glitters.
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August 8th, 2009 at 5:26 am
there once was a beautiful girl who lived in a strange world. “everything is so boring and grey!” she said, “it is so life-less and lacking excitement!”. colours other than black, grey, and white had long been banned in her small, little world, not to mention make-up and any individuality. she decided to rebel and started to wear bright, eye-catching colours and paraded up and down the streets with her newely dyed hair and bright make-up. her hair was tousled and dyed bright pink and orange. her clothes were torn up and stitched here and there and accented with hundreds of candy beads and all sorts of little trinkets she had made. the townsfolk did not like her at all. they though she looked disgusting and vile! they forced her out of the town, her parents disowned her, and she was forbidden from returning. all that because she dared to be different. during her travels, she came upon a city make entirely out of candy. she entered the town and became and instant sensation among the people, who accepted her for who she was. every one in the town wanted to know her and gave her all sorts of gifts. but none would match up to the one she recieved from a small child. he had given her a make-up box, filled to the brim with black-licorice mascara, bubblegum blusher, sugarplum lipstick, and more! she smiled a smile sweet as honey and gave the child a kiss on the head. ” thank you, little one! this is the best gift in teh whole world!” she said. “only someone as beautiful as you deserves it!” he replied, with a tiny, crooked smile.
not very good, but the best i can do at 2 in the morning.
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August 8th, 2009 at 3:25 pm
i fixed it up a bit, i had forgotten the name of a colour. but, again, it was two in the morning. i might write another if i get inspired to.
there once was a beautiful girl who lived in a strange world. “everything is so boring and grey!” she said, “it is so life-less and lacking excitement!”. colours other than black, grey, and white had long been banned in her small, little world, not to mention make-up and any individuality. she decided to rebel and started to wear bright, eye-catching colours and paraded up and down the streets with her newely dyed hair and bright make-up. her hair was tousled and dyed bright pink and orange. her clothes were torn up and stitched here and there and accented with hundreds of candy beads and all sorts of little trinkets she had made. the townsfolk did not like her at all. they though she looked disgusting and vile! they forced her out of the town, her parents disowned her, and she was forbidden from returning. all that because she dared to be different. during her travels, she came upon a city make entirely out of candy. she entered the town and became and instant sensation among the people, who accepted her for who she was. every one in the town wanted to know her and gave her all sorts of gifts. but none would match up to the one she recieved from a small child. he had given her a make-up box, filled to the brim with black-licorice mascara, bubblegum blusher, D’lilac lipstick, and more! she smiled a smile sweet as honey and gave the child a kiss on the head. ” thank you, little one! this is the best gift in the whole world!” she said. “only someone as beautiful as you deserves it!” he replied, with a tiny, crooked smile.
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August 8th, 2009 at 11:56 pm
For “Countessa Fluorescent”
He woke up with a headache and a sore back, struggling to remember what had happened the previous night. All he could recall was loud music with a thumping bass line and a flash of fluorescent pink. His room was a mess – books and clothes scattered on the floor, mixed with papers that had flown off his desk. The clock read 9:46. Late for work! He pulled himself out of bed and made a path for the bathroom. Casting a fleeting glance into the mirror, he was forced to do a double-take when his eyes caught hold of the writing upon it. Someone had left a message for him – in neon pink lipstick.
I had a good time last night. Maybe we’ll meet again someday.
Love, Countessa Fluorescent
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August 9th, 2009 at 2:18 pm
They were all staring at her, whispering scandalous things behind their hands as she passed. She didn’t care. She was known as Countessa Flourescent. Artist, model, performer, and (most importantly) international jewel thief. Her reputation as the most dangerous woman alive overshadowed her every move. But that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that massive diamond at the end of the hallway. It was surrounded by heavily armed men who were regarding her nervously. They knew what she was there for. She just smiled.
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August 9th, 2009 at 2:50 pm
Once upon a time on the other end of this galaxy, there was a magnificent kingdom, and in that kingdom there lived a princess. The princess was a very bold and bright person, and so, she wanted the entire kingdom to be a reflection of her. The boring, gray castle, had now been painted in a beautiful shade of lavender, and colours were highly appreciated everywhere. People dyed their hairs in crazy colours and dressed in elaborate outfits. The princess ordered everyone to plant as many flowers as they could in the capital city, until it looked like a rainbowcoloured rainforest. The people were extremely happy with how the city looked like, and so they helt a gigantic streetfest. The princess rode around all day in a carrige pulled by the oh- so- famous holographic unicorns and Bruce Springsteen- tortoises. All the citizens cheered her on and screamed her name. She smiled and waved to them. Oh, how happy she was.
“Veronica? Are you sleeping?” A voice called for her and she looked up. The streetfest was gone, she was back in the gray classroom in wich she had fallen asleep. Her mathteacher looked very angry. “Veronica, this is the third time this week, time to get back to reality” he said and then proceeded tho talk about algebra. Veronica sighed and applied a new layer of her light pinkish lavender lipstick, wich she loved. She suddenly felt much better and closed her eyes once again… “Oh, a girl can dream, right?” she tought, and soon se was back in that kingdom far far away from here.
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That was a long one… and it didn´t tell us that much about the lipstick (it was D’Lilac, by the way). And I am also very puzzled by this whole candyfuture thing. But I tried to visualize it and the first thing that popped inte my mind was Bruce Springsteen- tortoises, like it or leave it. Well, if I must finish this now, I´m wishing myself the best of luck and beg you to pick me.
From Luna, xoxo.
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August 9th, 2009 at 3:55 pm
She had always wanted to go to the bright lime skyscraper that was high up in clouds; the one that made long, dark shadows over the world; the one where the people dressed up in top hats and glitter go; the one where the Countessa lived.
Darla was in love with her. She had never seen her, but imagined her beautiful- wrapped in a tulle and jeweled robe, with shoes as tall as a unicorn’s horn, and long lashes that shimmered with fairy dust.
Finally, Darla got an invitation from the Countessa herself, declaring that she must come to the Princess Ball up in the sky. Giddily, Darla ran up those sparkling steps to the castle and saw her. The Countessa Fluorescent wore neon pink lips and Darla loved her.
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August 9th, 2009 at 4:39 pm
Good day to you Miss Deere! I present to you…drumroll…Countessa Fluorescent!
After tucking herself into her squashy blue duvet, Coraline shut her eyes, desiring to sleep all her sorrows away. Finding it difficult, she opened her eyes and stared at the sight before her – cute winged cupcakes and singing birds welcomed her to dreamland, and she skipped from one fluorescent flower to another, taking in their sweet essence, from mango to marshmallow to vanilla to chocolate. Glitter rained from the sky, and all was bliss. She crossed a bridge, and then she saw it – a sparkling carrousel. She ran to it, and of course chose to get on the holographic unicorn. The ride began, round and round Coraline went. Round and round and round…everything was a blur of 3D sparlkes, hot pink hearts and silver gleams. And out of the corner of her eye, she saw Her.
The carrousel stopped all of a sudden and Coraline woke up with a start. She sat up in her bed and was surprised when she saw glitter all around her. And there was something else. She picked it up, and saw how the perfect tiny unicorn flashed from blue to pink to lime to gold in the pink background. It was a little card and on it said: “Lovely Coraline, we at Dreamland hope that you had a most happy and colourful time. Whenever you feel the need to add a touch of GLEE to your life, come and visit, the gates will always stay ajar for you – Countessa Fluorescent”
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August 9th, 2009 at 6:55 pm
#3 D’Lilac – boutique crème de lavender dessert in a tube. For post-modern Marie Antoinettes only!
The D’Lilac bakery was celebrated far across the land – customers would walk for miles to sample the scrumptious apple pies, delicious doughy cookies, mouthwatering pastries filled with spiced fruit jam and, perhaps the most sought-after treats of all, the exquisite cakes. There was something, they would say, very special indeed about these cakes. Something within the shattered-rainbow sprinkles and the pastel whirls of butter cream was almost…magical.
The bakery looked almost like a palace, they would say, one built from periwinkle marzipan bricks, with rock candy windows and twisty, sugar-glazed onion domes topping three towers. And within one of these towers sat Nila, a girl whose skin gleamed silver, whose hair rippled delicately down her back in shades of palest purple, and whose cooking skills were beaten by none. Each day Nila would create perfect treats for selling in the bakery. She stirred fairy dust into the batter, mixed rainbows into the icing and, for the finishing touch, decorated each cake with a magnificent medley of diamonds, pearls, flower petals and sprinkles. The work was hard, but to Nila, it was worth it – with her cakes, she could craft a new world, a world of candy, of wonderment, of imagination, of joy, of love.
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August 9th, 2009 at 10:00 pm
“D’Lilac”
Nora wandered through the digital garden past the giga’giradiums and the watt’willow trees. everything was glowing in the midsummer night among the electronic fire flies. Nora was waiting for her lover. He had left a note saying to meet her here at a quarter past nine, it was now nearly 10 o clock. Nora was ready to go get into her hover car and go home when he showed up, “I’m sorry to keep you waiting, I brought your favorite” he held up a bottle of premium Volt-ka. Nora wasn’t sure if he forgave him qute yet, “I meant to be here on time, i swear, i was just searching for the most perfect D’Lilac.” Nora gave in. He knew it was her favorite digital flower.
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August 9th, 2009 at 11:29 pm
Contessa Fluorescent:
It was only 5:20, and the egg farm was already in motion. Danjela sighed, tugged on her tevlon muck boots, and hurried to keep up with the OVA-8 as it whirred towards the neatly manicured flower nests. As the machine scanned each gold egg, Danjela couldn’t help but let her mind wander. She was a hard worker, but sometimes the farm was just too dull. If only she could experience just a little excitement…. A sharp beeping shook her to her senses. The OVA-8 was now running its thermal scanner over an egg that was not gold, but… pink? As Danjela watched in puzzlement, a tiny crack ran up the egg’s shell, revealing a newly fledged unicorn. Only this unicorn was unlike the fuzzy white fledglings of the typical golden egg– this one sparkled a shiny chrome silver, and kicked deliciously pink hooves. “Quite unexpected,” the OVA-8 intoned. “Yes,” Danjela laughed as she reached out to claim the snorting newborn. “Quite.”
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August 10th, 2009 at 2:53 pm
GOT A WORD WRONG SORRYYYY! here is the proper version! x
The Evil, Irresistible Countessa Fluorescent of LimeLand”
Countessa Fluorescent of LimeLand was evil, and irresistible
Built from Lego, her castle leaned under the weight of her tanzanite tiara, and the villagers lived in constant fear of its collapse
Goblin-bone corsets drifted along the moat, just out of their reach, after being flung by Countessa in a fit of rage
None could ever overcome the castle’s defenses, it being guarded by vicious cloned GaGa’s
But, what the villagers were ashamed to admit, is that they were bound to Countessa’s evil reign – for when she screamed, it was music to their ears, and for when she stormed the castle, hypnotic pink pollution rose from its peaks, causing the possessed villagers to dance an evil, irresistible dance.
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August 10th, 2009 at 3:32 pm
“D’Lilac”
It seemed like everyone looked right through her, instead reaching for licorice twists and caramel bites, or brightly colored lollipops and candy buttons. Everyday, little hands plucked the sweet confections that surrounded her, enjoying their saccharine delights.
“I can do that to!” She wanted to say. “I’m sweet and sugary and brightly colored! I’ll bring you joy…” But still she sat on her little self, waiting. That is, until the day a milky white hand reached over and swept her up off her stoop, warming her with their heat.
“Oh wow! Oh Joy!” She seemed to squeel, preening in her cellophane wrappings as coins dropped on the counter.
“Oh how fantastic! We’ll be so happy together!” She cried as she was enveloped in a D’Lilac kiss.
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August 10th, 2009 at 4:20 pm
Great Pink Planet
Sitting by the riverbank, she dipped her toes into the sparkling baby pink water. A smile graced her sun-warmed face as she watched the little iridescent wings of butterflies surround the rose bushes. Like always, the soothing silence embraced the land. Gradually, the sky is edged with black and the picturesque scenery fades into a white room.
“Simulation shutdown. Reactivation required for second session.”
She sighed. Well, the Great Pink Planet was just too good to be true.
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August 10th, 2009 at 4:29 pm
The mother earth was unfair to lil mimpz cause she wasnt creative to the fashion industry so she decided to elope to the moon with her unicorn, merycleo.
As she reached the moon, she realised that Moon is not a place to stay and she will not enjoy it. Its not as colorful as the earth. And even though the earth is colorful, the fairies there doesnt treat her good.
Merycleo the unicorn then give an idea. “Dont you have this power that you can draw anything and make it come true?”
“YES! Why didnt I think of that” lil mimpz said. And so she took out her wand and drew out a planet, all in pink. And so, merycleo and lil mimpz had a good time there. Until one day, they realised it just too bored. And lil mimpz also ran out of her lipstick. So she took out her wand and drew a Great Pink Planet lipstick! And it happen to be cool pastel pink with a neon note. She loves it alot! And she decided to flee back to the earth and showed it to mother earth.
Mother earth was surprised and gave lil mimpz another chance to prove herself. All the fairies were jealous and wanted to set lil mimpz up but to their surprise, lil mimpz turned famous over night all thanks to her ” Great Pink Planet “.
It was indeed, a GREAT PINK PLANET!
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August 10th, 2009 at 5:19 pm
Cosmopop
If anyone knew how to arrive in style, it was her: the line outside the Cosmopop Club couldn’t help but turn their heads in unison, as if by remote control, when she pulled up to the third floor entrance on Sixth Avenue. The spotless white door to her convertible Ferrari Hovercraft opened to reveal pale orange leather seats and, at first, a single, shining white boot. She was tall already–with the platforms, she owned the street. She parked her hovercraft with the authority of a queen beside a large sign that read No Parking, removed her large white sunglasses to take one quick look at the man taking money from the patrons, and strode through the open neon purple door behind him–and that was when the party began.
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August 10th, 2009 at 5:46 pm
Our Pink Planet
(posting on both boards again!)
“Save the Unicorns! Here, take a pamphlet,” she cried.
Lana was doing everything she could to grab the crowd’s attention–those poor unicorns in genetic testing needed saving, and if she couldn’t save them, then who on our pink planet could?–and yet, of the three hundred pamphlets Lana had had printed out of her own pocket money, two hundred and ninety-seven remained. Was there anything to be done?
“Save the Unicorns,” she shouted, as loud as she could, persisting while her voice remained. “Scientists all over this world and the others are capturing them from the few remaining forests on this great pink planet for genetic testing, and many of them will never be able to return to their homes!” Lana shed a tear, for no one seemed to pay her any attention– if they watched and listened at all, it was to make fun of her pigtails.
“Lana,” a voice whispered. Lana looked around, but saw no one. “Lana,” it said again. “Pay them no mind. Your voice will be heard, and you will have done great good.” Lana still could not see the speaker, but accepted that fact and listened, hoping for advice, or some small comfort. “You need no advice, Lana;” the voice finished. “Follow your heart!“
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August 10th, 2009 at 7:06 pm
Countessa Fluorescent
Rosie ran the edge of her pink lace tutu through her shaking fingers. Looking around her, all she could see through the sea of bobbing blond heads and tanned bodies was the curtain. It was a thick red velvet, but the lights shining through from the other side illuminated the moving people onstage. Rosie could not help but feel desperate- comparing herself to the exotic beauties around her, she knew she fell comparatively short. But it had not been her assembly-line looks that had gotten her this far in the competition, it was her spirit. It was her intense belief in being herself and her desire to show the world this. Reaching into her purse, she felt around for the one last thing she knew she needed to boost her confidence. She swiped the small pink tube of lipstick across her smiling lips, and stepped back into line.
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August 10th, 2009 at 8:41 pm
Styletto
The colourful holographic bubbles began floating into the sky as everyone below cheered over the music. Chains of lights are hung around the city resembling candy coloured stars amongst the real ones. A rainbow of fireworks are going off in the velvet night sky, raining down bits of delicious sugar down onto the city. The flickering lights seem to make the pastel coloured glass buildings glow. Aiyda sits by the river her feet dipping in just slightly as she stares at the water shimmering from the activity of it’s surroundings. Tonight is the night where everything changes, she’ll be leaving the moon for earth after tonight and this is her last chance. She pulls out a mirror and a bright pink lipstick tube from her black heart shaped clutch and traces the dark lipstick around her lips slowly before slipping her blue hover stilettos back on and hurrying off back into the crowd. Tonight she’d do it, tonight she’d tell him everything she has ever thought about him and pray that he feels the same way.
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August 10th, 2009 at 9:13 pm
D’lilac
It was late February 13th, and Delilah’s hands were stinging from paper cuts and lips tired from kissing shut so many valentines– how many was it now? Thirty? Forty? She’d lost count and was counting a lucky stars that there was just one left. It was, of course, the most important– the one for her sweetheart, honey, whatever-lovey-dovey-name-she-could-think-of. Yawning, she lazily reached for the stack of cards, already dreaming of the romantic exchange tomorrow…
Where are those cards? she thought, her hand finding nothing, and her heart sank as she got a rude awakening from dreamworld. The stack was gone. There were no more cards. There weren’t even any so kind as to simply hide under the couch or rug, she’d find out, but she would find a long-forgotten stack of phonebooks, dried lilacs pressed between the pages. She smiled, the energy of fresh ideas revitalizing her, and went upstairs to fetch her sister’s pile of shiny unicorn stickers.
That night, Delilah signed her final valentine a bit differently from the others–
Love,
D’lilac
Countessa Fluorescent
Florence was, despite her forward taste in fashion (bright colors and sparkles abound!) old-fashioned when it came to…’courting,’ she called it — ’dating’ was such a casual and plebeian term for such a glorious ritual! Countessa Fluorescent, they called her, and no suitor ever earned a kiss from her signature pink lips without plenty of good manners and gifts.
“Countessa,” a particularly successful suitor started as they rode through neon city streets in a horse-drawn carriage– or, rather, unicorn-drawn carriage; he’d paid the cabby extra to tie silver horns to the horses! “Does this suit your fancy?”
“Perhaps,” she replied with a coy smile.
“Have I, then, earned a kiss?” the suitor asked.
‘Flourescent’ giggled. “Maaaaaybe. Can you get me a bouquet of roses this pink?” She pointed to her neon lips.
“I’ll find them if I can get a sample of that color for myself,” he flirted back.
“Well, then, that settles that!” she exclaimed, applying a fresh coat of lipstick and planting a kiss on her suitor’s cheek.
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August 10th, 2009 at 11:20 pm
Cosmopop- Lola placed her silver holographic helmet atop her head and glanced in the mirror. Her white jumpsuit made her feel like a cosmodel, and her creamy orange heeled boots added just the boost of courage that she needed. She pulled a tube of lipstick from a pocket in her new uniform and swiped it on, pouting her lips as she checked herself out one more time. Lola giggled to herself, she was going to be the hottest astronaut ever!
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August 10th, 2009 at 11:57 pm
Oh this is fun! haha
D’Lilac
She tightened her corset straps and gave her hair a quick shake. It was another hover-cruise party. Sailing the clouds watching the land under become of sea of lights. Marie was ready for a little fun. She hit the dance floor with her 9inch heels. She ate D’Lilacs and winked at the bartender. She even changed her dress…twice. Oh Marie new it was good to be queen.
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August 11th, 2009 at 12:02 am
Cosmopop:
She was unlike any girl he had ever met before. She wore neon booties instead of the regulation sneakers, and she teased her hair into a glimmering unicorn mane. And her kisses… her kisses were like taking a long drink of the world’s most luscious, smooth orange creamsicle. He was hooked.
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August 11th, 2009 at 12:04 am
I think i posted this in the wrong place!
Cosmopop:
It was the peak of summer, and Annette was lounging in the park while watching the newest space station make lazy patterns in the sky. The days were fun enough, she thought as she happily licked a creamy orange popsicle, but her nights were starting to run together. She needed something different tonight, something fresh– a new outfit, maybe. Rolling over to put her plan in action, she caught sight of herself, orange-lipped, in the reflection of a passing cleanerbot. Taking in the surprising shade of her lips– half candy girl, half electric vixen, she slowly smiled. Perfect.
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August 11th, 2009 at 12:04 am
and this one too!
Retrofuturist:
The boys had all said that Blizzy would never make it, and yet here she was. Prince, her charming bulldog, let out a joyous bark from the sidecar as Blizzy steered her hovercycle over the finish line and into first place. Spinning the bike around to face her incredulous competitors, she powered down her cyberkinetic visor and flashed them a ruby red smile. “Now, who’s the fastest of them all?”
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August 11th, 2009 at 1:16 am
Here,no one is ever still.
Every mili-second is a frenzy of glittering movement; of swaying hips and twitching limbs so glamorously consuming that your heart beat changes to
tick
tick
tick
with the beat because the thump blends in too well with the bass drum and
you’d probably die from the force of it.
No one stops to catch their breath until the song is over and they’re out of the venue gulping in fistfulls of fresh air-
and even that has a life of left over rhythm to it.
This is more than music, this is cosmopop
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August 11th, 2009 at 10:01 am
Retrofuturist:
“Little Red Corvette” always played in the car, a candy apple red slice of heaven on the road. She dreamed of Prince and Bowie and sticky sweet treats, flying faster than Tom Cruise in Top Gun, pushing her pedals past 80 on twisted country roads and highways, past 90 with ease. Soaring towards 100 as she hit the train tracks she had hit space until candy apple red was a little hovercraft… until it touched ground again.
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August 11th, 2009 at 10:13 am
#6 Cosmopop
Astri Futoria is a sensation. She’s sweet, almost childish looking at first, dressed in shiny, bright fabrics or jewelled tulle skirts, but her voice could almost stop you breathing – a fierce, soaring shriek swelling with a ferocious, intense passion. She exploded onto the cosmopop scene a year ago in a blaze of neon hair and electro beats that hooked millions.
Tonight is the opening gig of her sold-out tour, and inside her dressing room, Astri is preparing to go onstage. She stands before a floor-length mirror, her reflection lit up by the pink fairy lights wrapped around the frame, in a pair of holographic heels, a layered skirt in candy floss shades of satin, and a corset covered in silver sequins. The feathery spikes of her lime-dyed hair defy gravity, and the colour contrasts perfectly with the slash of violet eyeshadow across her eyes.
Astri picks her favourite apricot lipstick from her make-up table. “The finishing touch,” she says to herself, as the chanting of the eager crowd grows louder. Placing the lid back on the lipstick, she smiles with her newly-orange lips. Tonight, she is going to blow everybody’s minds.
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August 11th, 2009 at 11:16 am
Here is my entry for Retrofuturist:
A bell jingled as Jeladriel sauntered into the antique shop, a mishmash of past and present. Immediately her eyes settled on it, the archetype of what she had dreamed of for so long. She peered over her holographic cat eye glasses and a smirk curled on her full red lips. She meandered past the other trinkets, her full glittering petticoats brushing against them as she walked towards it. There, scattered amongst the other objects was a 50s radio. Jeladriel grinned with excitement as she grasped it in her neatly manicured hands. She had finally found one. She bought it immediately from the bemused shopkeeper and rushed it into her rocket powered hotrod. She couldn’t wait to take it home to her glitzy apartment, a paragon of rainbows and class. After all, she was a retrofuturist.
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August 11th, 2009 at 10:52 pm
D’Lilac
Metro-Bot Version 3.0: D’Lilac was to be the future of pleasure robots, specially designed to tantalize and stimulate any paying customer. As it stood, D’Lilac was only a prototype of the upcoming line. With sleek, shiny silver skin, and lavender eyes and lips, she was quite a sight to behold.
And tonight, she had fled from the lab in which she was stored and headed into the gleaming city. D’Lilac smirked to herself. If only for tonight, she was going to have the time of her life.
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August 11th, 2009 at 11:17 pm
Dahlia ran up to the bar, her light orange 8-inch heels clacking across the flashing dance floor. “One Cosmopop please!” she called to the robotic bartender. Her cocktail was instantly delivered to her, and she sipped it serenely beside the bar, smiling and winking at men as they passed.
A young man sheepishly approached her, and Dahlia could tell that he was unsure of what to say to her. So she took the lead and grabbed his wrist, pulling him onto the dance floor and into her arms. She raised an eyebrow at him, licking her pastel orange lips with a coy smile.
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August 12th, 2009 at 1:56 am
Lyla dusts her fingers along the contour of a sleek, crystal wine bottle. Behind eloquent script, the label reads: Mortimer’s Lilac Wine. With a cautious glance at the cellar doorway, she nicks the bottle from its shelf like a weed amongst a medley of roses, and escapes into the courtyard. Without a moment to be lost, Lyla smashes the wine against the trunk of a ruby blossom tree, composing a symphony of shattered glass that falls to her feet like fairy dust. She salvages the delicate, unadulterated lilac from the ashes with her plum-polished fingers. Inside her holographic mansion, Mortimer is calling. Lyla hoists her gemstone gown above her metallic ballet flats and hurries toward her husband. She sweeps aside the parlour door’s laced curtain and steps onto the luminous glass floor.
“My wine?” Mortimer probes.
Lyla extends her palms to present the liquored lilac, diverting Mortimer’s confusion with a fan of her grandiose feather eyelashes. He accepts the pungent flower as Lyla pulls out a tube of rose-skinned lipstick.
“What are we to drink now?”
Lyla responds with a smack of her freshly primed D’Lilac lips—more succulent, more intoxicating than any florally-infused alcoholic beverage.
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August 12th, 2009 at 1:57 am
that was for D’Lilac, if not obvious :)
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August 12th, 2009 at 2:29 am
Mira ran ahead to her favorite isle of the store. “Don’t go too far” her mom called behind her, but Mira had already turned the corner when she caught sight of the display. As her mother approached, Mira was already pulling a package of Cosmopop off the shelf, and turning back to her mom with a pretty smile, begging “please?!”
“I don’t know” Mira’s mother replied, toying with her, “I wasn’t allowed to wear lipstick as bright as that at your age.”
“Mom, this isn’t 2001 anymore, I don’t think there was lipstick this bright back then.”
Half amused, her mother obliged, recognizing the candy future movement as more than just a fad.
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August 12th, 2009 at 7:31 am
#4 Retrofuturist – intensified true red. Snow White’s lips if she worked as a waitress on a spacecraft.
Rosaline glared across the dance floor – sure, she’d initially denied his advances, but now Romeo was beginning to grow on her. But even she could see his eyes were now employed in seeking out that saccharine little Daddy’s girl. She had a decision to make; Rosaline was not a girl to be left alone at a party. She hurried off to the bathroom, readjusted her mask and pulled a vial from the sash around her waist. The apothecary recommended such a mortal vice for these moments; in large doses lethal, but in small, the bloods runs thick and fast. Throwing her head back she took the poison, and immediately a maiden’s blush touched her cheek; the lips of her wide mouth filling with such fierce colour it would put a Cardinal to shame.
Rosaline stepped out into the ballroom. The Price was helping kinsman Paris – who was also searching for the dearest Juliet – but she managed to catch his eye.
“Good eve, fairest Rosaline” Escalus took her hand, kneeling at her feet.
“Good morrow, dear Prince” She replied facetiously.
“Be it so? – Hark! It is the hour of the retrofuturist!” He exclaimed
“Truth be, Sir, it is” her lips widened and her eyes fluttered.
That was all the encouragement the Price needed. He took her hand and led her to the dance floor – Rosaline would not be alone at the party tonight.
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August 12th, 2009 at 8:19 am
Cosmopop:
The Art Gallery was abuzz with Sophisticates and Socialites all sipping champagne and marveling over the ‘lovely’ holograms. Lulu’s work with Holographic Photograms had revolutionized the medium and these snooty people had gathered tonight at this exclusive event to get a piece of this brand new fad.
Lulu smoothed her frothy skirt, frustrated with its dull black color. The clothes that her manager said were ‘appropriate’ frankly bored her. Everything in her life right now was controlled. Louise, who never wore black and had no schedule, wanted to be herself again. Fishing around in her bag she pulled out the bright pink tube. She applied the sherbet colored shade to her lips with a small smile. You could take the girl out of color, but you couldn’t take the Cosmopop out of the girl.
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August 12th, 2009 at 8:20 pm
Charlotte was a character, that’s what everyone said. Always doodling something candy-like. But she wasn’t happy just drawing on her sketchpad. if my paper can be a work of art, why can’t my face? she thought. Then a brilliant idea came to her. She looked at her favorite painting of hers, a sparkling city painted in shimmering blues and soft yellows, ravishing violets and dazzling pinks. She smiled and picked up her paintbrush, and dipped it into the brightest pink she could find. That was the last day of her life as a simple girl from the city. From that day forward, she was known as the vivacious Countessa Flourescent.
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August 13th, 2009 at 12:42 am
Sometimes a girl just knows. Maybe it’s the little “pop” she hears when the cap revels the magic. Resembling a tall, dark, and handsome knight. Rescuing her the princess a life of misery and despair. It may simply be the silky sensation that glides upon her like blades on ice. It could be the wink she gives the man after indulging in his sweet smell of old spice, peppermint, and lust.
Whatever the reason a girl just knows. Just like she knows that sexy black dress in the back of her closet will always and forever be in style. That a man can never warm her heart like slipping into a new pair of heels can. Just as she knows, that “Retrofuturist” sitting in her purse is so bright, it’s illegal. Oh, she knows…
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August 13th, 2009 at 1:15 am
Entry #2
Delilah smiled mischeviously at her reflection. What stared back at her was an unusually tall cali girl decked out in neon and glitter. After being stuck in nowheres-ville for six months it was time for this blonde bombshell to show these jean and t-shirt loving fiends what candyfuturisim is really all about.
She gave a little twirl and giggle. She hadn’t felt this bright in FOREVER! This day was long over due. “Just one last touch!” Delilah said to her self. She pulled out “D’lilac” from hibernation and applied. Then headed for the door. Looking back once. She was ready to hightlight the world!
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August 13th, 2009 at 1:30 am
Entry #3
The heat outside was unbearable! But it was perfect weather for unicorns to fly around, play, and have other mythical adventures only people living in candy futurisim can truely and honestly appreciate. I had been out since the crack of dawn, hardly able to sleep knowing yhr things going on outside. But now, I’m burning hot and could really use a quick pick me up.
I walked up to the local candy shop to be greeted by the lingering smell of cupcakes and icecream. My mouth instantly watered up! I approached the very attractive candy man, suited up in red and white stripes, and asked ever so sweetly for a “Cosmopop.”While handing it to me out hands touched, a sensational tingle ran through out my body. I gingerly licked my “Cosmopop” in the process getting it all over my lips.
“Let me help you with that,” cute candy man said. His lips gently pressed against mine, FIREWORKS!
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August 13th, 2009 at 5:53 pm
My story was for Retrofuturist
Walking down the hallways of Futurist High, Veronika stopped to gaze at her reflection in the computerized white boards. A teaching robot caught her and began to chase her but could not catch the girl because Veronika jetted away on her very fashionable, vintage red rocket tote. Once safely down the halls she rummaged through that red rocket tote and pulled out a tube of lipstick, but not just any tube of lipstick, a holographic tube of lipstick. She uncapped the tube and held it up to her lips, like she was going to apply it. Into the lipstick she whispered ‘Deere’. The tube then projected a screen into the air, labeled: Top Secret, Mission: Infiltrating Futurist High.
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August 13th, 2009 at 9:50 pm
Cosmopop:
Ana stared out the window of the space station she called home. Earthrise, she thought as she watched her home planet slowly come into view. It’s not that she didn’t love being sent up to the space station, it was great. But she was homesick for the bright shops and sparkling cities back home. Then she felt something in her pocket she didn’t remember putting in there. She reached into her holographic space suit and pulled out a small pink tube with a silver unicorn on it. Just what I needed, she thought as she popped off the top and smoothed the creamy orange Cosmopop on her lips. Now she knew she could take anything outer space could throw at her.
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August 14th, 2009 at 4:36 am
The roar of the crowd was deafening. Annette, the lead singer of the now-famous band Cosmopop, was ready to take the stage. Digi-microphone in hand and platform heels securely fastened to her feet (no one wanted her to repeat the Tokyo Fiasco), she waited in the wings. A man in black gave her the signal from across the stage, and she pranced out, greeted by the lights and sounds of the adoring crowd.
“Hello, Los Angeles!”
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August 14th, 2009 at 1:46 pm
Cosmopop Vignette. A bit long perhaps, but I got carried away. Like the ’site… Aline
The indoor city shimmered just like Lina said. By the centrepiece bar and open front shops inhabitants and transients waited for an announcement or a sign. My dusty old mini-suitcase didn’t make sense in this illuminated night-time glasshouse powered by rustling murmurs and strands of conversation. I dragged it to the bar and sat down. Under the transparent counter phosphorescent colours swam into each other making pools of violet, turquoise and green beneath my elbows. When I finished wrapping the suitcase loop around my ankle the barman disappeared.
Next to me a woman with sad eyes and a pearl egg set in gold on her middle finger scribbled furiously in a notebook. She looked up to collect her thoughts and projected advertisements turned her face into a pale, unwitting movie screen. This was the cost of entering the indoor city; your body became a receptacle for the beamed-out messages of conglomerates that gave the streets and shops their sheen. I kept my head down, not wanting to sacrifice myself. In any case my complexion was too weathered to provide the neutral backdrop allowed by smoother skin. This put me in danger, as did the incongruously second hand appearance of my mini-suitcase, which by now was drawing disapproving looks.
Hoping Lina would call I made my way to a twenty hour convenience store and drifted through the aisles, searching for less obtrusive luggage. Rows of sparkling barrettes hung on cardboard rectangles, between nail polish and plastic curling tongs. Piped music connected to a holographic device threw crystal swirls into the air. I paid up and decanted the contents of my suitcase into a nylon backpack. New clothes and my journal wrapped in tissue paper fitted snugly inside. The false passport slotted into a zip side pocket along with my wallet and a glossy toiletry bag filled with makeup for my new life. On the boat I had clicked open eye shadow palettes and twisted lipstick bullets, wanting to smear the colours against my skin, dissuaded only by Lina’s voice in my head telling me not to use the makeup before we met. I especially liked Cosmopop, a pale orange lipstick that reminded me of melted childhood ice creams and the sky in the city I had left behind when the sun went down and the evening began. I hid my empty suitcase behind a display feeling sad, like an adult, nursing an exhilarating loneliness that was good and bad at the same time.
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August 14th, 2009 at 1:48 pm
D’Lilac
Eva sat, staring out her bedroom window. How she longed to live a normal life. She could see all of the things that she had missed out on. All of the 4 year olds were starting to learn how to swim in the pond outside the school. 6 year olds were taking their first unicorn riding lessons. And if she looked very far away, she might have been able to see the 8 year olds preparing for their group dance at the spring festival. But Princess Eva was always in her castle, with no friends but her bird, D’Lilac.
As she continued to gaze our the window, she heard a faint sound. A song. She turned around to find D’lilac sining and begging to be let out of her cage. Eva knew it was the right thing to do as she unlatched the cage and watched the bird fly out the window. The beautiful purple feathers flying to their freedom gave Eva a feeling she had never experienced. Along with hatred, misery, and sorrow, the feelings that Eva knew very well, she now knew GLEE, a feeling that will always be associated with that beautiful purple called D’Lilac.
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August 15th, 2009 at 3:46 am
Here’s my entry for Cosmopop:
As Giselle entered the candy shop, she was instantly, gleefully overwhelmed by all of the varieties and colors of candy.
Should she get bright yellow lemon drops? Neon blue raspberry suckers? Juicy red gum drops? So many choices!
Musingly, she thought how this plight was so similar to opening her wardrobe every day . . .
With a smirk, and a definitive nod, she decided on the oversized rainbow lollipop.
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August 15th, 2009 at 10:47 pm
I picked retrofuturist.
Elinor looked around the virtual food court in awe. Since when was food able to pop out of nowhere? Where are the microwaves, the ovens, the stoves? She walked with her classic black pumps and belted leopard dress, her lips a shade to be reckoned with. Every eye was on her, she noticed. One brave man dared approach her, and said
“I couldn’t help noticing you. Are you from around here?”
“No,” she said, “I’m from somewhere far less interesting.”
“You seem like you fit right in.”
“I guess some styles never die.”
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August 16th, 2009 at 3:54 pm
I couldn’t resist submitting another vignette. This one is for Retrofuture.
“Unbearably beautiful” Jumla said in her customary, affected way. We watched the giant sculpture rotate.
“How much did it cost her to get hold of all those droplets?”
Jumla banged my arm with her purse. I didn’t reply, too preoccupied by Anouche and a cluster of polished well wishers kissing her cheeks. Her exhibition had been aggressively promoted. No doubt, she had pulled off a feat. The centrepiece, an outsized, droplet encrusted fountain, spurted pink water and pulsed out a tune. Anouche’s gaudy interpretation of Versailles spliced with fairground glitz was a photogenic confection shrewdly malleable to clever interpretations. The problem was, it had no heart. All surface, brilliant but hollow.
I hadn’t spoken to Anouche in months. It was strange to recall that we had once been best friends, sharing studios in a low rent section of the city, both exhilarated by the adventure of becoming artists. The fountain continued to turn. I waved at a flash of her silver outfit through the crowd. She waved back and disappeared. Jumla had cornered a stranger to whom she was now pouring out opinions and anecdotes in a relentless stream. The whole thing suddenly depressed me, the slick walls, elegant crowd and over-sugared, tinkling pineapple presiding over us all.
Meanwhile, my work remained ignored. Pastel ceramic birds’ nests and magic wands made to match the popular aesthetic of frou frou and knowing artifice had not sold. Anouche on the other hand was reborn as a star. I needed to redefine myself, to become scintillating and full of grit. I needed to move in another direction and make my mark. I would go home alone and plot out a new artistic manifesto promoting my own brand of full blooded, fleshy glamour. Fragments of my face swam in cut glass teardrops. I reapplied a thick coat of red lipstick, giving myself a defiantly bright mouth. It was a red of self-made attitude and standing your own ground, dusted with a fairy tale sweetness and intensity. I straightened up and silently wished Jumla goodnight.
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August 16th, 2009 at 3:55 pm
Whoops, I meant Retrofuturist!
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August 16th, 2009 at 8:09 pm
In the city of Fluorescent there was an entertainer with one wish, in the city where you could be anything, have anything, light infused skin, bright purple eyes, and of course the perfect pink pout. This entertainer wanted to be the most famous man on the face of the planet, he practiced hard, busted his hump to make the perfect sequined bodysuit, and tonight was the night.
He adjusted his feathered crown and checked his makeup in the mirror. The world will remember the name of the Countessa of Fluorescent.
Lilac was what you would call a life time Lolita. She couldn’t accept the day to day monotony of life without pink bows coated in frosting like lace. Her purse was a lovely little basket, and her hat looked comically small to most, but to her it was dainty and perfect. She would walk down the street singing softly, “Delightful, Delicious, D’Lilac!”
The summer was sweltering, ladies in wide brim hats and glittering sun glasses waved elaborate fans at themselves as they walked their excited children to the park. The tinkling sounds of the ice cream truck as it rolled down the lime green pavement sent the children into a frenzy.
“Please mom!” They begged, making their faces as pathetic as possible. The ladies would sigh and walk over to the teenager in the back of the truck, “one Cosmopop please.”
Once aupon a time in the furthest reaches of space was a small planet where everything, every creature, every plant was one color. The dominate race had gotten used to this but still found daily life difficult, they had grown thick skulls because they were continually bumping into objects and each other. They had developed telepathy as a way of identifying one person from another. Such was just the daily life on the Great Pink Planet.
Retrofuturist:
The perfect red is not blood or poppy.
It belongs to no fish in the sea, or bird in the sky.
The juiciest strawberry, nor the spiciest pepper,
Can add up to the divine red of a woman’s perfect pout.
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August 17th, 2009 at 1:24 am
Hello Doe, another hopeful soul here, trying my pen at vignette writing in the final hours of the competition.
I am a man with a hidden passion for sticky-sweet girly things – feelgood dance-themed films being my favorite film genre, as an example – and I’ve been reading your blogazine regularly for several months. I’m probably one of very few men in this competition, and obviously I’m not doing it to win lipstick for myself. I just wanted to see how well I handled a more feminine approach to writing, and should I win I can surprise the missus with a fabulous stick of lipstick.
Anyway, I couldn’t quite decide on any one color, so I simple went for the three most recently revealed lipsticks and let my imagination go crazy. It was very important for me that each vignette told a short story in and by itself, and that the characters involved, though shortlived, should have believable and organic motivations. I hope you enjoy them.
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First up, Cosmopop:
Everybody who was anybody was talking about the next big step in astroengineering – the floating city. They called it the Cosmotropolis. A magnificent, gargantuan ring-shaped city, stretching all the way around the neighbouring planet of Centauri Omega. Laurel swore to herself that she’d go see it, just as soon as he managed to save up enough money for the spaceshuttle ride. Maybe one day she could even go live there. She stopped leaning on the counter and straightened her peach uniform. She’d get in trouble if the manager caught her daydreaming again, and there was a customer coming.
“Two Comet Pop’s, please.”
“Coming right up,” Laurel said cheerfully.
She turned around and placed two large scoops of orange Comet Pop icecream in a little white plastic cup, and served it with a smile. In her mind, though, Laurel was already on her way to the Cosmotropolis. It was just a matter of time and money.
Next, Great Pink Planet:
Jupiter screamed with delight as she floated freely around in zero gravity, resting atop a hoverbed in her own private compartment of the spaceship. She let her head fall back onto the soft pillows and sighed. Space-tourism was the latest fad, and she was enjoying every second of it. She had needed a week away from everything, and there was no better place to get away than space.
She glided smoothly over to the large, panorama windows overlooking the planet they were currently circling around. Jupiter could barely see the top of the fuschia-colored celestial body. Wisps of pinkish clouds like cotton candy dotted the atmosphere. Jupiter treated herself to a chocolate truffel covered in frosting, and wondered if she could just stay there in perpetual delight and never go back home.
And lastly, Retrofuturist:
Francis checked his holographic wristwatch. Fifteen minutes ago they had been late for the ball, now they were VERY late. Living on the moon hadn’t been as carefree as he had thought it would be; the traffic, to name one thing, was murder.
“Susie, we need to go,” Francis called through the bathroom door, but all he got in reply was a muffled ‘I know, I know’. Tired of waiting he went downstairs to the front door and checked himself in the life-sized mirror. Smart black suit, red tie and a clean shaven face. He looked handsome, he thought. A sound from the stairwell made Francis turn around.
“Susie,” he gasped, “you look amazing!”
And she did. Her eyes positively sparkled as she stood there, and her elegant, ruby dress was the brightest he had ever seen. For a moment Francis wondered if he should go change his tie. He had worn it to give himself a bit more color, but it paled now in comparison. Suddenly it didn’t really matter if they were late. “Just wait until the men at the ball see me coming in with Susie,” Francis thought. Maybe life on the moon wasn’t so bad after all.
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August 17th, 2009 at 12:33 pm
Retrofutrist
Exsie smiled to herself as she stepped onto the glittering stage. Her long silver gown looked like she had been dipped in chrome, her long black hair waved gently to her waist and reflected the rainbow spotlights, and her violet eyes shimmered with passion. But she knew the audience was looking at her lips. Full and lush, the color of forbidden fruit of Eden. She caressed the hot pink microphone and began to sing. Glitter rained from the ceiling, bubbles floated around her head like a halo, and out of those lips came a voice so honey sweet that each member of the audience felt as if she were kissing them. Each one would leave the club, Retrofuturist, with a perfect red kiss on their neck, cheek, forehead, or lips. Aside from her voice, that was Exsie’s gift to them. A magic souvenir that they’d never forget.
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August 17th, 2009 at 12:36 pm
Airborne Unicorn
The light show begins as wave after wave of colors race towards the heavens, vying to reach them first. Their intensity is like nothing ever seen on this world, ranging from the deepest eggplant to the brightest crimson, and the bright neon signs that beckon and entice to CandyFuture pale in comparison. But she pays them no mind. She is lured not by flashing lights and pretty colors, the promise of a better tomorrow, but by the magnificent beast before her. It whispers to her wonderful tales of lands once lost and domains yet to be discovered. It calls to her, begging her to take the plunge, to go where no other has gone before. It yearns to be unleashed. She finally hops in — the metallic interior seeming like it was made just for her. She starts the ignition and the ship snarls to life under her touch, so close to freedom that even she can taste it.
Outside, the crowd watches the light show, unaware that the glittering streak that shot across the sky just then was the Airborne Unicorn, released at last. And, one by one, worlds will fall.
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August 17th, 2009 at 12:45 pm
Cosmopop
Angel was sprawled on her back on a wrought iron bench. The park was beautiful today, and her wide blue eyes were searching for shapes in the clouds. The sky was the pink of cotton candy, and the clouds were like powder blue frosting. Every now and then she would turn her head to observe the orange and yellow rabbits running across the lawns, the unicorns playing tag with small children, and the array of fountains. The fountains were why people came to this park. They were all the shifting rainbow color of oil on the street, and they all gushed different things.
One spewed fine holographic glitter. One bubbled over with pink lemonade. One trickled white chocolate. She got up and went to her favorite, the fountain on the left that flowed with cool, creamy dreamsicle. She sat precariously on the edge, and leaned her head back to catch a generous sip of the orange and vanilla concoction in her mouth. She used her finger to smear the liquid across her smooth lips. You see, all she wanted was to be able to embody her favorite treat. Her nails were painted white, and now her lips matched the fountain’s contents. She thought happily to herself as she settled again on the bench, “It’s a start”
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August 17th, 2009 at 1:02 pm
My Beautiful Rocket
Rave reached for her roller skates. They carried her everywhere and she loved them. She laced herself into the neon blue boots and tested the glittery orange wheels against her glossy yellow floor. She stood and sprayed herself with a special mixture of perfume and glitter that she had created. Rave loved to make things, invent, and experiment. Her newest experiment was the one she was most excited about and her head swam with glee whenever she thought about it, as well as it’s possible results. She rolled to her vanity and pulled her fiery hair into a ponytail. Then she reached for her orange lipstick, the one that matched the wheels of her roller skates. She squealed as she rolled down the blue and green striped ramp to her front door (when you always had skates, who needed stairs?). She skated quickly down the golden streets, spinning and jumping when she felt the giddy rush of excitement as she got closer to her destination. She skidded to a stop in front of the pink building that seemed to shimmer in the soft sunlight. With a deep breath she pushed open the front door that glittered with a holographic unicorn. Inside stood her latest experiment. It was every color of the rainbow and shaped like a heart. She was building a rocket, and today was the day she would attempt take-off.
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August 17th, 2009 at 1:42 pm
Airborne Unicorn
Lisette had always done what was expected of her. She had studied hard, made it into law school and gotten a great job that would guarantee her a bright future. And she acknowledged that it was all fine and smart. But after spending a whole day confined to a pinstripe suit, she had to admit that she needed some diversion. So every night she painted her eyelids with sparkly colours, put on a metallic pink dress and ate candy floss on her penthouse terrace or headed out to the city. She felt her heart soar everytime she laughed, like an airborne unicorn heading towards the stars.
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August 17th, 2009 at 4:20 pm
My Beautiful Rocket
Melissa had a childhood dream! While all the girls wanted to be ballerinas she wanted to be something else! Something more! Yes, she wanted to be a SPACE ballerina! She’d twist and turn between planets and even the stars would feel shy with her stunning moves! She’d sparkle in the middle of the infinite darkness and she’d float under the milky way!
Of course no one was surprised when that beautiful bright rocket reached the skies, splashing music through the air…
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August 17th, 2009 at 4:37 pm
D’Lilac
Mother surely knew how to make her smile so, when she passed away, Amanda felt completely lost! “You can not survive the sea of gray unless you are brave enough to add color to it!” – that familiar voice whispered in her head. She ran through the stairs and put that old lovely lilac hat, dancing in front of the mirror! Finally she learned the lesson mommy always tried to teach: the only person that can always make you smile is yourself!
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August 17th, 2009 at 6:05 pm
Great Pink Planet:
Meida stood, pastel pink lips agape, staring at the marvelous sight below her. From the space ship’s huge window, she could clearly see the surface of the Great Pink Planet quickly approaching. It looked just like a giant pink cotton ball– fluffy and soft. It was covered in furry pink palm trees and fuzzy pink grass. As the crew prepared to land the rocket, Meida continued to stare, enthralled by the sight. Neon unicorns galloped across the fluffy pink landscape, prancing over purple and blue clouds and trotting across lime green streams. When the ship finally landed, Meida was the first to burst through the swooshing automatic doors and out across the Great Pink Planet.
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August 17th, 2009 at 6:27 pm
My Beautiful Rocket:
Lydia squealed with glee as she led her friends into the darkened garage. She waited a moment, letting the anticipation build, and finally, when she could wait no longer, she flicked on the lights. The now-illuminated garage housed a gorgeous, shiny orange machine, built in the shape of one sleek, aerodynamic triangle. Through the machine’s windows one could see the hot pink leather interior and an array of neon green buttons and dials.
“What is it?” One of Lydia’s friends asked blankly.
“Why, this is my beautiful rocket!” Lydia exclaimed, her matching bright orange lips curled into an ecstatic grin.
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August 17th, 2009 at 10:47 pm
Airborne unicorn:
Fawn eagerly ran through the park, her purple lycra jumpsuit glinting in the moonlight. Every thursday night she slipped from her home, leaving her husband snoring in their bed. Richard was sweet, but he wanted a litte too much domestication out of Fawn– during the day she stayed home to program the AutoCooker, oversee the RoboMaids, and shop for suits on the holo-net. But she was so much more than that, and tonight she was letting her wild side out. As Fawn rounded a bend, she came upon her target. Four unicorns waited,softly whinnying with excitement. The three riders gazed down at her, then nodded to the final unicorn. Fawn smiled, her heart pounding. “Let’s ride.”
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August 18th, 2009 at 7:12 am
My Beautiful Rocket
Kimber’s bags were packed, everything was loaded in her new Titian class space shuttle and she was ready to go. She was leaving her small home-planet, and heading to Galatacircus 8 a brand new city planet just near Mars.
Kimber’s sister Aja started the Rocket’s thruster engines and her friends, Jerrica and Shana grinned at each other, They were off! The Rocket kicked up dust as it rose, coating the side in a brilliant luminous tangerine. Kimber watched as her now beautiful Rocket took them off to a new adventure.
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August 18th, 2009 at 2:25 pm
Countessa Fluorescent
“Countessa! Countessa!” The stout hologram yelled, “We just received two extra boxes of chocolate unicorns and only one box of sparkle drops. How do you expect us to make any profit at this weekends Planetary Diversity Fair if we are short two boxes of sparkle drops?” “Calm down, calm down. I’ll take care of it, stop making such a fuss.” Contessa Fluorescent sighed. It wasn’t easy being heir to the largest sweet shop in the galaxy but she loved her work. She took a deep breath and tapped her bright pink nails against the holo-projector’s on button, ready to deal with her next customer.
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August 18th, 2009 at 6:52 pm
(last update of no 35 poem)
“The Evil, Irresistible Countessa Fluorescent of LimeLand”
Countessa Fluorescent of LimeLand was evil, and irresistible
Made from glass, her castle leaned under the weight of her Tanzanite tiara, and the villagers lived in constant fear of its collapse
Goblin-bone corsets drifted along the moat, just out of their reach, after being flung by Countessa in a fit of rage
but None could overcome the castle’s defenses, it being guarded by vicious cloned Cylons
But, what the villagers were ashamed to admit, is that they were bound to Countessa’s evil reign – for when she screamed, it was music to their ears, and for when she stormed the castle, hypnotic pink pollution rose from its peaks, causing the possessed villagers to dance an evil, irresistible dance
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August 18th, 2009 at 6:54 pm
Everyone knew that the best place for dates, parties, ore just a bite to eat with friends was the Retrofuturist. A candy-red and chrome diner with a checkerboard mosaic floor, it was easily the most-visited satelite of its time. The waitresses were robots with rollerskates for feet, zooming around the restaurant and beaming as they took out their holographic pens, ready to take your order.
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August 18th, 2009 at 10:32 pm
Great Pink Planet:
Lo had just enough tickets left for one more ride. What should it be? The virtual roller coaster looked good, as did the cabaret space tour. Then she saw it- a luscious mound of cotton candy as big as a planet and as pink as a unicorn’s horn. It was love at first sight. Lo flounced to the counter, proudly handing her tickets to the vendor. As she raised the first bite of sugary fluff to her lips, she knew she had made the perfect choice.
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August 18th, 2009 at 10:43 pm
Centrifuschia:
The emergency sirens began to wail, filling the ship with a chaotic melody. “Captain Oona,” the first mate yelled. “The Xieron nebula is about to blow!” Oona quickly scanned the intership readings. “We don’t have time to steer away! Everyone brace yourself!” She called back. As the entire crew dove for cover, the ship was rocked by a blinding light. Once it had subsided, the first mate peeled himself off the floor and rushed to Oona’s side. “Captain!” He cried. “You…you….” Puzzeld, Oona turned to catch a glimpse of herself in the reflectoscreen and gasped in shock. Everything about her was different… her hair was silver, her eyes were a liquid purple, and her lips… her lips were the brightest, most magnetic shade of fuschia. “Captain” the first mate whispered. “What was it?”
“Centrifuschia.”
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August 18th, 2009 at 11:17 pm
Hiiii! Sorry, that should be
“Centrifuschia,” she answered.
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August 18th, 2009 at 11:19 pm
oh, shoot. let me just fix the whole thing.
Centrifuschia:
The emergency sirens began to wail, filling the ship with a chaotic melody. “Captain Oona,” the first mate yelled, “the Xieron nebula is about to blow!” Oona quickly scanned the intership readings. “We don’t have time to steer away! Everyone brace yourself!” She called back. As the entire crew dove for cover, the ship was rocked by a blinding light. Once it had subsided, the first mate peeled himself off the floor and rushed to Oona’s side. “Captain!” He cried. “You…you…” Puzzled, Oona turned to catch a glimpse of herself in the reflectoscreen and gasped in shock. Everything about her was different! Her hair was silver, her eyes were a liquid purple, and her lips… her lips were the brightest, most magnetic shade of fuschia. “Captain” the first mate whispered. “What was it?”
“Centrifuschia,” she answered.
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August 18th, 2009 at 11:26 pm
“Ice cream! Ice cream!” The kids came running towards the little hoverstand, located strategically near the path in the middle of the amusement park. All around them, huge, neon-colored rides threw the eager patrons up in the air, around and around, or simply rotated them on the blinking caurosel, full of floating, pastel unicorns.
Lia handed out the luscious orange cosmopops, smiling. Maybe it wasn’t the most glamorous job in the world, she thoght, But people are always happy to see me. And the free rides don’t hurt, either.
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August 19th, 2009 at 12:25 am
Airborne Unicorn:
The Airborne Unicorn had been hailed by the presses as the new “It” bar,thoug really it was a nightly gala on board a huge, neon spacecraft that loaded up with party-goers before spending the night lazily floating among the stars. The main room was painted a glittering purple, a somehow neon lavender, and the hovering disco balls that flitted around the crowd splayed rainbows on everything – playing with dancers’ hair, flitting over the collarbones of women leaning seductively against the bar. A waitress in a glittering, curve-hugging white tutu minidress, the rainbows playing on her cheekbones, offers two newcomers – first night aboard, how exhilarating! – a tray of truffles and perfect, hovering spheres of liquid. She batted her rhinestoned eyelashes and her lips curved into a sensuous smirk as they took the signature cocktail, named after the bar itself. The girls pressed their lips against the spheres, caressing the mirror-cold surface as though kissing the drink, and breathed deeply the smoke-and-air-and-liquid concoction. It tasted like flowers and cotton candy, and when they raised their heads to look around, it left a purple glaze, the lavender both pastel and neon at once, coating their lips in the signature color of the Airborne Unicorn.
Thank you for coming up with this challenge! None of these vignettes are subjects that I would write normally, but it’s so much fun to try a new style. Candyfuture sci-fi should be its own literary subgenre!
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August 19th, 2009 at 4:48 am
Here is my vignette for My Beautiful Rocket. This is addictive…
Who knew what a hot day felt like? A real, hot day? The excursion guide pointed at a see-through wall. On the other side of the glass lay arid, scorched orange earth sliced with jagged cracks. We put on our headgear and lined up. The glass slid open and a blast of manufactured oven air hit me in the face. We were given forty minutes to explore with strict directions to venture no further than the blue line at the edge of the territory.
I quickly lost the others. The surface of the man made landscape was pliable underneath my feet, creamy and soft like plasticine clay. Up ahead were blue green pools, shimmering peacock feather mirages that disappeared as I got near. I kneeled down to scoop up a handful of earth. It shone in my palm, brilliant and glossy. Imaginary eyes dusted mirage blue appeared in the sky and imaginary lips, painted the most powerful orange in the world. I patted the lump in my palm into a ball and hid it in my bag. I would call the eye dust aqua gem but what about the lipstick?
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August 19th, 2009 at 7:43 pm
“My Beautiful Rocket”
Cinderella frowned; the cyber disco was filled with gorgeous fembots, all perfectly oiled. How would Prince Han even notice her? she sighed looking down at her handmade oufit
But the Prince took one look at Cinderella’s ginger hair and holographic heels and pushed past her step-sister Leia
“Nice shoes, you ought to hold on to those babies!” he said with a shameless wink.
Forgetting all her inhibitons, Cinderella gave him a flirty smile “care to take me for a ride on your beautiful rocket, Han?”
“Hell yes”
And, as the other fembots cried, off they flew, an orange solar storm raging as Cinderella kicked off her heels
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August 20th, 2009 at 2:03 am
i’m going to choose “my beautiful rocket”.
as her holoship careened earthward, she began to feel the burn of the atmosphere licking at her face. true,it was foolish of her to take out the prototype before it was fully tested, but her eagerness had gotten the better of her.
she could feel her flesh begin to smolder. pressing her burning lips to the control panel, she whispered goodbye to her beautiful rocket, and exploded into a brilliant flash of orange over the domed city.
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August 20th, 2009 at 8:53 am
My Beautiful Rocket
…Bright orange, beaming pink and radiant yellow – it seemed that this dream world was made of these colors. Girls dressed in funny little dresses with puffy skirts and boys – in jackets with shining golden buttons were running around, laughing and smiling, holding hands and giving flowers to everyone.
A beautiful girl with red curls, jumping on her head, suddenly appeared next to Marie. Her face was all covered with funny freckles that seemed to be jumping of and back on her face. The girl gave Marie a cute little basket filled with bright orange tangerines.
“If only this wasn’t a dream…” – thought Marie…
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August 20th, 2009 at 12:47 pm
(last update of no 35 poem – sorry!!)
“The Evil, Irresistible Countessa Fluorescent of LimeLand”
Countessa Fluorescent of LimeLand was evil, and irresistible
Made from glass, her castle leaned under the weight of her Tanzanite tiara, and the villagers lived in constant fear of its collapse
Goblin-bone corsets drifted along the moat, just out of their reach, after being flung by Countessa in a fit of rage
None could overcome its defenses, it being guarded by vicious sparkling Cylons
But what the villagers were ashamed to admit, is that they were bound to Countessa’s evil reign – for when she screamed, it was music to their ears, and for when she stormed the castle, hypnotic pink pollution rose from its peaks, causing the possessed villagers to dance an evi
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August 20th, 2009 at 2:08 pm
Dear doe,
This kind of became an ode to you and your innovative new lipsticks. Enjoy :)
Airborne Unicorn
Some artists are simply ahead of their time, thought Astrid as she glossed her masterpiece in its third and final lustrous sheen. Behind layers of creamy pastels and delicate paint strokes was more than just the rough sketch of a stencilled unicorn. Behind the layers was a legacy. Her legacy. Being a true connoisseur of colour, Astrid captured all the glitters of a new, more radiant future. She planted her vision into the soil of her once-blank-canvas, like a seed whose roots would soon thrust through the open earth, bloom thousands of potent, wing-tipped petals, and dare to be the most enchanting flower in the meadow. All she needed were the waters of time to allow her painting to fully bloom.
As the light-years of life whisked by, Astrid’s Unicorn hung ostentatiously on the walls of the Eternal Fame Museum, entrancing museum guests in each passing century. Somehow, quite inexplicably, the Unicorn illuminated the dim gallery foyer with the tip of her honey-dipped horn. She candied the hearts of every non-romantic with her porcelain-glazed eyes. And finally, she lifted each sullen spirit with a tap of her shimmering hoof, leaving them bubbly and airborne.
No one could quite describe how, until the age of crystal skies, holographic architecture and gemstone gardens came to be. It was the glorious future Astrid had envisioned. In a world of nothing but sublime beauty, the Unicorn could now twinkle her eyes, glisten her velvety mane and stomp her metallic hooves. It was clear now why the painting was such a masterpiece: it shone in both pastel and neon. Pastel to commemorate the soft and subdued past—neon to electrify the blindingly iridescent candy-future.
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August 21st, 2009 at 6:05 am
i put all the ones i’ve written into the one post :]
[Countessa Fluorescent]
People were gobsmacked when they saw this girl on the dance floor. They watched her shimmy and shake her hips with the brightest pink disco lights in town illuminating every move she made and holographic dress turned heads.
‘Who is this girl?’ was the hot new question.
When Countessa Fluorescent finally left, she knew that her name would be on everyone’s lips by tomorrow.
[My Beautiful Rocket.]
Isis was an astronaut. She would spend hours gazing out of her spaceship and counting the stars and watching the Earth when she could. She would sit back in her silver surroundings, thinking of her life in the big city and playing the the chain around her neck, where a bright orange acrylic rocket pendant hung.
Only a week remained until she could jet back to Earth and she could not wait.
[Retrofuturist]
A fresh new magazine had just hit the shelves. The new style bible of the century, Retrofuturist, was flying off the magazine racks as fast as each issue was piled on them. Everyone flipped furiously through the glossy pages and one pigeon-toed, frizzy haired young girl picked up the strange magazine with the brightest red lettering, not knowing her style was about to be turned upside down…
[Cosmopop]
Lili reached into the freezer and pulled out round after round of iced treats. It was the hottest day of the year and her ice cream cart was getting tons of attention from the children of the town. One sweltering child approached her, his mother frantically digging in her pockets and not finding a coin…
Upon seeing this, Lili smiled, reached into her cart once more and pulled out a creamy, frozen orangepop and handed it over from the goodness of her own heart.
[Centrifuschia]
Rollercoasters are oldschool- the Centrifuschia just hit the city! This crazy bright neon contraption seats up to 5 and gives everyone inside it the feeling of blasting off into space. Blood rushes to the heads of everyone who has experienced the phenomenon of this machine…and it changes everyone’s perception of fun forever.
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August 21st, 2009 at 9:13 am
Thought I’d just try…
Icy blades of wind blew against her, and she closed her eyes against the gale. Soft shoes made no noise on the brick, darkness disguising her. This was going to be easy. Pulling up her hood, covering the upper half of her face, her pale lilac lips the only feature visible on her face, and clambering over the walls barricading the city. Jumping down, she realized that she was in the middle of a holographic bridge, the many neon lights of the prosperous city igniting the crisp waters below with a vibrant glow.
On one end was her goal: A jewelry store, full of priceless gems that could make the girl a fortune. Nothing was stopping the thief. As she made her way towards the door, a noise took her attention. “Who’s there?” her voice quivered. “No one of consequence.” replied a voice. She glared into the darkness. There was a faint outline of someone on the bridge. “Go away.” the girl said, turning into the store, grabbing handfuls of whatever her pale fingers touched, constantly looking behind her.
She raced out of the store, only to be met by a vice-like grip around her waist. “Can’t let you do that.” said a male voice. Squirming out of the boy’s grasp, the girl ran for the bridge, and as the old planks creaked, she was blocked again. “How do you do that?” surprise laced her voice, her dark hood falling to reveal bright blue eyes and vivid red locks, her lips pale but electrifying. “Practice makes perfect.” Stepping towards her, an electrical zap! was heard, and the bridge on which they stood turned to static, sending them into the river. Her head emerged from the chilled waters, hair plastered to her face. As she attempted to retrieve the jewels, someone snatched them. “Better luck next time.” And he was gone. Cheeks burning, she looked to her hands, only to see a lilac set gently in her palms, the pale lavender color the same as her lips. The girl smiled, regaining her posture. Yes, better luck next time…
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August 21st, 2009 at 12:11 pm
My vignette submissions:
Countessa Fluorescent
Spectra spied the distress signal from her tower on Lunaria, the lone moon hanging luminously over Candyfuturia, the planet she cared for. Whistling for her metallic steed, Spectra rode the star dusted path down to Candyfuturia, observing how unnaturally dark the star appeared to be. Into the distressed kingdom she rode, ruled by the bold and captivating Countessa Fluorescent, who told her of the all-consuming darkness that had spread throughout the world Spectra had sworn to protect.
Climbing the roof of the highest neon colored turret and drawing out her compact of colors, Spectra opened the artifact and gently blew the pearlescent powder skywards. A rainbow colored cloud rose into the air, accumulating in size as it floated against the darkness. Undaunted in its climb to the heavens, the gentle powder penetrated the black clouds, seemingly absorbed by its volume, until spider cracks began to form, and a sound not unlike breaking porcelain was heard. Suddenly, the darkness over Countessa Fluorescent’s beloved kingdom shattered into millions of multicolored neon specks of dust.
“Thank you, Spectra,” Countessa Fluorescent gasped. “But there are still the other kingdoms of Candyfuturia …”
“And I shall save them,” Spectra said, mounting the prismatic horse, who galloped off towards the rest of Candyfuturia, determined to rid the world of eternal gray and dullness.
Airborne Unicorn
Giddiness was everywhere; there were hundreds of people who gathered to the peaks of Crystal Mountain that loomed over the fair kingdom of Shimmeria. This was a time of coming together, when feuds between neighbors temporarily ceased and differences of opinion were not the make or break of common courtesy and goodwill towards one another. No, this was a momentous occasion, a heralding of peace and hope that happened once in a millennium. The clouds began to quickly roll in, and a hush fell over the crowd as the white cumulus began reflecting shades of neon violet from within. Was that a clap of thunder? No, it was the sounds of hooves galloping towards them, until finally the clouds parted and out flew the majestic wonder of wonders, the Airborne Unicorn, her pastel body graceful yet strong, her mane and tail whipping in the cerulean blue sky as she pranced above the Mountain, tears of joy and love springing to the eyes of all those fortunate enough to have made the pilgrimage for this opportunity. The Airborne Unicorn made her way to the heavens, and though she would never be seen again by many generations to come, the people of Shimmeria were all the wiser for having seen the phenomena, and never warred with anyone for the rest of time.
Cosmopop
“Coming to you live from Venus, the planet of love, is our exclusive interview with the hit sensation across the known universe, Cosmopop! She’s an eye-catching dreamsicle of art, fashion, girl power, and creates the best tunes that across the cosmic airwaves from the sun all of the way to the Andromeda Galaxy. Tell me, Cosmopop, why makes you such a success?”
Cosmopop smiled wide and wrapped a soft orange curl behind her ear before answering.
“I work hard to reach as many people as I can, and I believe that when it comes from a place of heart, perseverance and imagination can travel an infinite number of light years.”
“What is your ultimate goal?”
“To be a positive role model for all life forms great and small, and to spread the color of my creations, be it in music, fashion or whatever endeavor I decide to take on.”
“You have reached that goal as far as your fans are concerned,” the journalist said. “What’s your secret?”
Cosmopop thought for a moment before her smile broadened as she clapped her hands together and announced, “Cosmic glee!”
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August 21st, 2009 at 4:08 pm
My bad, huge mess up in the middle there…
D’Lilac:
Icy blades of wind blew against her, and she closed her eyes against the gale. Soft shoes made no noise on the brick, darkness disguising her. This was going to be easy. Pulling up her hood, covering the upper half of her face, her pale lilac lips the only feature visible on her face, and clambering over the walls barricading the city. Jumping down, she realized that she was in the middle of a holographic bridge, the many neon lights of the prosperous city igniting the crisp waters below with a vibrant glow.
On one end was her goal: A jewelry store, full of priceless gems that could make the girl a fortune. Nothing was stopping the thief. As she made her way towards the door, a noise took her attention. “Who’s there?” her voice quivered. “No one of consequence.” replied a voice. She glared into the darkness. There was a faint outline of someone on the bridge. “Go away.” the girl said, turning into the store, grabbing handfuls of whatever her pale fingers touched, constantly looking behind her.
She raced out of the store, only to be met by a vice-like grip around her waist. “Can’t let you do that.” said a male voice. Squirming out of the boy’s grasp, the girl ran for the bridge, and as the holographic planks quivered slightly, she was blocked again. “How do you do that?” surprise laced her voice, her dark hood falling to reveal bright blue eyes and vivid red locks, her lips pale but electrifying. “Practice makes perfect.” Stepping towards her, an electrical zap! was heard, and the bridge on which they stood turned to static, sending them into the river. Her head emerged from the chilled waters, hair plastered to her face. As she attempted to retrieve the jewels, someone snatched them. “Better luck next time.” And he was gone. Cheeks burning, she looked to her hands, only to see a lilac set gently in her palms, the pale lavender color the same as her lips. The girl smiled, regaining her posture. Yes, better luck next time…
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August 21st, 2009 at 4:17 pm
D’Lilac
Syringa, or Comtesse D’Lilac, as she was called in the media, was lying in her bath tub of glittering semi-transparent pink plastic. As the faucet automatically poured new hot water into the tub to keep up the perfect temperature, the smell of lilacs filled the air. Heaps of the violet flowers were swimming on the white foam – the Comtesse D’Lilac didn’t bear her name or nothing. When she had appeared out of nowhere on the premieres, vernissages and dinners, she had instantly become a celebrity. Now, two years later, the media still loved her royal glamour.
The Comtesse sighed an let herself sink deeper into the scented, hot water. She reached out to a small tray next to the bath tub, took a sip of champagne and bit into a petit four. The icing tinted her lips the same color as the blossoms floating around her.
(Well… English is not my native laguage, so it’s kinda… urgh. But somehow this story popped into my head and I just had to give it a try :D)
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August 21st, 2009 at 5:32 pm
Airborne Unicorn
I skipped through meadows that were filled with bejeweled roses and flowers that produced a sweet honey like syrup that made me warm and fuzzy inside. My turquoise hair bounced through the air in what looked like blue birds flying after me. Out of breath i decided upon a tall tree that grew all different colored leaves and purple apples. i sat under the tree and brought out my fairy tale book and looked up at the sky wishing i could be like the unicorn in my book, with my pink mane flying through the air and be able to go wherever i pleased. an airborne unicorn
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August 21st, 2009 at 6:38 pm
Countessa Fluorescent -
Ever since i was 2 i was in a corset and after that it was practice for this very night where i could find my night in shining armor. my hair flowed down my shoulders and my face had been powdered so much i looked like a little snowflake ready to go on a whirlwind on excitement. the carriage drew up to the fluorescent triple tiered cake looking castle covered in cherries and icing but it was just because the Countessa of this castle known as Countessa Fluorescent was a colorful woman, with a sweet tooth. i stepped out of carriage the neon light surrounded me, it was time.
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August 21st, 2009 at 9:56 pm
#3 D’Lilac –
I walked slowly into the ice cream store. a small quaint store that had polka-dot curtains, striped wallpaper, pink tiled floors, and a sweet smell that felt like heaven in your nose. “Ello, what would you like” said the freckled red headed girl at the counter. “Surprise me!” i said, sitting down and placing my purse on the counter. the girl eyed the many bright and creamy colors and decided upon a very pale purple. She scooped up a large bit of it and placed it gingerly on a cone covered in chocolate sprinkles. “D’Lilac” said the red head cheerfully. “D’Lilac” I wispered quietly.
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August 21st, 2009 at 10:56 pm
#8 My Beautiful Rocket
Pop! we were off! orange bubbles flew from the bottom of the rocket . We were soaring through space at light speed. The stars flew past us and shined like diamonds in the sky. Out here in space it was like a dream, and as we flew closer and closer to the moon, i could feel the pride i would get when i stepped out of the rocket, wearing my retro purple spacesuit. And my boots would hit the dusty surface and i knew i had done it. Me and my Beautiful Rocket
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August 22nd, 2009 at 12:55 am
#1 Countessa Fluorescent~
The Countessa’s name is Fluorescent and she loves everything pink. But not just any pink, neon pink. She, herself, is a neon pink barbie doll. Her hair was neon pink, her eyeshadow, lips, her big flowey dress, her dimands, her unicorns and evern here castle is neon pink. She could do as she pleased though, for she is Countessa Fluorescent. But she isn’t just any Countessa, she is Contessa Fluorescent of the Big Pink Planet.
#3 D’Lilac~
Marie Antoinette D’Lilac was named afted the famous Marie Antoinette. For she is a princess too. She was sitting in the boutique eating dessert, creme de lavender, looking out the candy pane window, at the small town her family rules. Where every house is made of candy and not just one candy, all sorts of candy; hard candy, soft candy, cotton candy and more. Marie loved her little town but she felt she wanted more. Her mother saw this and that she barly smiled anymore. So she decided to send marie to live with her aunt in the city. Once Marie got there she was overwhelmed by the view. There was skyscrapers made of every kind of candy possible of every color. The people where dressed in all styles of clothes in all color, most in bright! There was also fast cars and holograms everywhere. When she got to her aunt’s Marie was greeted her in a bright teal dress. Her aunt took Marie to her new room and left her to explore her new stuff. There she found her favorite color, lilac purple, everywhere!! It was the color of her room, clothes, jewels, eyeshadow, and… EVERYTHING!! She was as excited as can be and she was startihg to smile again. Then out of the corner of her eye a sparkle caught. She went to it and saw a hot pink lipstick tube with a sparkling unicorn running around the tube. Now she was real interested! So she picked it up and took of the cap to find the perfect color lipstick hiding under the case. It was her favorite color just like the rest of her room, lilac purple. She had to know the name of it! So, she looked at the bottom and a hologram came up that showed “D’Lilac”. At that moment she made a full grin. It was PERFECT!! It was like it was made for her. She knew at that moment that this new life of her was ganna make her smile a lot again.
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August 22nd, 2009 at 10:28 am
Cosmopop
Leina knew what would happen. Just like before, she wouldn’t be able to attend the town gathering. Technically. But this year was different. Last year at only four years of age, she had a tantrum, and as a punishment, was banished from the gathering that year. But this year, she was proud of herself. She had done what was right, even though the townspeople didn’t agree with her. Sneaking out of the house, she saw the elves, giants, nymphs, and even the occasional fairy and their pixie friends gathered around the Mayor. Putting on her dreamy orange dress, she slipped on matching shoes and of course, lipstick, and in her magnificent disguise, she too, enjoyed every bit of of the gathering, even if she was a different person. She was known, from now on, as Cosmopop.
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August 22nd, 2009 at 12:01 pm
Countessa Fluorescent
She looked back; the shuttle was now a steel dot on the horizon
Looking through her Dior space helmet, she could see this place was a snow queen’s heaven; ice towers a hundred feet high sang as a rare wind scurried through them, all under the slight glow of a sun billions of miles away
‘Brrr’ good job I got here during a heat wave,” she said, it being a relatively pleasant -180 degrees Celsius.
Finally, she looked up and counted eight twinkling planets in their silent orbit;
This was the spot
Countessa Fluorescent, the first human on the dwarf planet Pluto stuck the pink flag of Candyfuturism into the rock
“One giant leap for today, one small step for adventures yet to come”
My Beautiful Rocket
Cortana gasped, it was the most perfect space rocket she had ever seen, bright orange, and decorated with pictures of her beloved Centaurette
“Thank you daddy! It’s perfect! But, wait a minute, don’t I recognise this from somewhere-?”
She went up close to the rocket and suddenly it clicked
It was Apollo 11! A rocket, with a fresh lick of paint, that was as beautiful now as it had been then, and now it was vintage!
“Cortana” her father began “Neil Armstrong was your great great great great Grandfather, he wanted to keep this shuttle in the family”
And then and there, Cortana swore to fill as many people with hope and happiness as her Grandfather and that first courageous voyage to the moon had
“My Beautiful Rocket”
Cinderella frowned; the cyber disco was filled with gorgeous Fembots, all freshly oiled. How would Prince Han even notice her? She sighed looking down at her loose bolts
But the Prince took one look at Cinderella’s 10 “ titanium quartz heels and pushed past her step-sister Leia
“Nice shoes, you ought to hold on to those babies!” he said with a shameless wink.
Forgetting all her inhibitions, Cinderella gave him a flirty smile “They were a gift from my Godmother. Now, care to take me for a ride on your beautiful rocket, Han?”
“Hell yes”
And, as the other Fembots cried, off they flew, an orange solar storm raging as Cinderella kicked off her heels
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August 22nd, 2009 at 1:23 pm
My Beautiful Rocket
Limerick applied the finishing touches to her neon orange lipstick and stood back to admire herself in the mirror. Pale white curly hair streaked with various shades of orange, a pale milky orange shade painted on her nails, 5-inch glittery tangerine-colored stilettos graced her soles, her citrus perfume wafted around the room and her lightly-hued frothy dress completed her look. Orange was her absolute favorite color, and it came with her wherever she went.
An unfamiliar beeping drew her attention to her window where she hurried to look out of the blinds. When her eyes settled on the sleek and powerful rocket that was sitting outside in her driveway with a bow on top, she cried tears of joy. As with all girls, a rocketship for your birthday was bliss…but hers was pure heaven because nobody else was going to have a slick creamsicle-colored ride.
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August 22nd, 2009 at 3:56 pm
SUGAR GUM FANTASTIC POP! were the first thoughts In Kimmy’s mind as the sugary taste of her cosmopop milkshake
filled her mouth with sensation. The aroma of citrus under her nose woke her up from last nights celebratio where
dozens of girls filled the dance floor with their flashy neon dresses twirling across the entire room like glowing
lights, but insted she just payed the curvy looking cashier at the drivethrough and rode off on her hot pink rocket ship cruising the glaxey.
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August 22nd, 2009 at 4:08 pm
Circling the area with big fluorescent lights and star beams everywhere with smiling and giggling passangers on colorful unicorns and other mythical creatures. While riding my airborne unicorn up In the giant glaxey, I felt the cool breeze of the night life In my face and the other unicorns right behide me as we came to our end of our flight. The last sound of the jinggling music ended and got off my purple
glossy companion awaiting our next flight.
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August 22nd, 2009 at 5:11 pm
Back for another round! I hope you like them! I’ll try to see if I have time to write stories for the next three… I think I like writing these for their own sake. ^_^
Retrofuturist
Idly sucking her bright red lollipop, Eden thought about the future. No, not tomorrow or the day after that, but a world beyond her time but not her imagining. A world where cities shone as if made of light and color was the rule, not the accent.
This world just seemed so… dull.
“If only I could run away from this drab, old world…”
Licking, licking, her tongue and lips soon grew brighter and brighter red…
“I wish the world were as colorful as this candy. In electric shades of sweets and candy bars and cupcakes and taffy, as if icing for the eyes.”
Lost in her thoughts, Eden closed her eyes as the bright, intense red of her lollipop fully colored her lips, like the kiss of a lover who could wake her up from a grey slumber.
And she opened them again.
Suddenly, she found herself in a city full of neon lights and people the glittered like the candy-bright skyscrapers among which they walked. It was everything that she could have imagined for her eyes that had always shone with a brilliance unmatched by her world.
Looking into a nearby window, the city lights glinting off its surface like rock candy stars, she saw that her lips were the bright, bright red of her lollipop.
Great Pink Planet
Lying on their backs in a faraway, darkling field, Antares and Adara watched the stars above them, lending little light but forming fantastic patterns in the sky like crushed velvet.
Laughing close in the dark, they would create their own constellations, connecting the stars into their own designs like children at play or the gods themselves decorating the heavens.
Pulling closer to his body, Adara turned her head and saw a bright point in the sky, shining more strongly than any other she had seen that night.
“Oh, look at that star, Antares!”
“Where?”
“That big, pinkish one right… there.”
“Oh, that one! It must be a planet. It’s quite big enough…”
Abruptly standing up, Adara ran forward a few feet.
“No, stay there, Antares! Look what I can do!”
Watching him to make sure he stayed where he was, Adara positioned herself so that from where he was lying on the ground shining with dew and starlight, her face was lined up with the great, pink planet.
The stars glowing ethereally upon her lips, she gave him a mishievous grin, before she opened up her mouth and swallowed the shining planet.
When she turned her face toward Antares, he jumped and looked at her in surprise.
“Adara! Your lips!”
Her lips were shining pink with that cool brilliance of the stars that burned so hotly in the endless darkness from such an untraversed distance.
“Oh, I who swallowed a star…” she murmured as she knelt down to give him a kiss.
And in that moment, they felt themselves become something celestial.
Cosmopop
In the throes of summer’s heat, Cora lounged on a plastic deck chair, an orange creamsicle held in her hand. She licked up its dripping pastel sweetness, just in time to keep the drops from falling on her skin.
However, the soporific effect of the sunlight slowly weighed down upon her eyes and limbs until she felt on the verge of sleep. A lazy summer nap in the sun didn’t sound so bad…
She felt an icy tingle on her hand.
Her orange creamsicle has begun to drip on her hand.
Drop by drop, it coated her fingers, as she watched its slow progression.
Why couldn’t she find the strength to wipe it off?
The orange creamsicle kept dripping until it encased her entire hand, like a gleaming plastic, pastel orange glove.
But it didn’t stop.
Amazed, Cora watched as the drops crept up her arm, like small orange pearls.
They flowed down her body, encasing her in the same pale satin orange like magnificent, flowing robes, cascading over the edges of her chair, swirling into the shapes of dreams and momentary creatures seen in their forming before they became something else entirely.
Soon, she found herself in an orange world, molded by saccharine imagination and the delectable liquid of golden afternoons.
The now empty popsicle stick fell from her fingers.
And Cora woke up.
Quickly standing up, she saw that she was not wearing a pastel orange dress or gloves, nor was she surrounded by the wonders she had seen. But grabbing a nearby mirror, she saw that her lips, at least, were that shade of sweet, pastel orange.
Glancing back at her chair, she saw only a popsicle stick cast upon the floor, licked clean of all its flavor.
But passing her tongue over her lips, she could taste the remnants of her dream.
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August 22nd, 2009 at 5:41 pm
I noticed a typo in my Retrofuturist story…
“People that glittered”, not “people the glittered”.
XD
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August 22nd, 2009 at 6:22 pm
My Beautiful Rocket
Padme Sighed, the new Ford space shuttles were as dull as ever, the same boring steel shine and gray number plates, containing their equally non-descript owners
Strange how little things had changed, she pondered;
“We need to look to the future! not continue recreating the same tired Apollo 1000’s over and over!”
Indeed, Padme longed for the day when she could design the shuttles, each one a supernova of colours and glitter, and, most ambitiously, CandyFuture productions would create their shuttles in the shape of Champaign bottles, Microphones and Lipsticks
For only then, Padme believed, would the dark ages end forever
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August 22nd, 2009 at 6:41 pm
(updated)
Countessa Fluorescent
She looked back; the shuttle was now a steel dot on the horizon
Looking through her Dior space helmet, she could see this place was a snow queen’s heaven; ice towers a hundred feet high sang as a rare wind scurried through them, all under the slight glow of a sun billions of miles away
‘Brrr’ good job I got here during a heat wave,” she said, it being a relatively pleasant -180 degrees Celsius.
Finally, she looked up and counted eight twinkling planets in their silent orbit;
This was the spot
Countessa Fluorescent, now the first human on the dwarf planet Pluto stuck the pink flag of Candyfuturism into the rock
“One giant leap for today, one small step for the adventures yet to come”
My Beautiful Rocket
Cortana gasped, it was the most spectacular space rocket she had ever seen, bright orange, and decorated with pictures of her beloved Centaurette
“Thank you daddy! It’s perfect! But, wait a minute, don’t I recognise this from somewhere-?”
She went up close to the rocket and suddenly it clicked
It was Apollo 11! A rocket, with a fresh lick of paint, that was as beautiful now as it had been then, and now it was vintage!
“Cortana” her father began “Neil Armstrong was your great great great great Grandfather, he wanted to keep this shuttle in the family”
And, right then and there, Cortana swore to fill as many people with hope and happiness as her Grandfather and that first courageous voyage to the moon had
“My Beautiful Rocket”
Cinderella frowned; the cyber disco was filled with gorgeous Fembots, all freshly oiled. How would Prince Han even notice her? She sighed looking down at her loose bolts
But the Prince took one look at Cinderella’s 10 “ titanium quartz heels and pushed past her step-sister Leia
“Nice shoes, you ought to hold on to those babies!” he said with a shameless wink.
Forgetting all her inhibitions, Cinderella gave him a flirty smile “They were a gift from my Godmother. Now, care to take me for a ride on your beautiful rocket, Han?”
“Hell yes”
And, as the other Fembots cried, off they flew, an orange solar storm raging as Cinderella kicked off her heels
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August 22nd, 2009 at 11:06 pm
#4 Retrofuturist~
Snow is a waitress on the stationed spacecraft called Retrofuturist. Which her family has owned for centuries now and she loved this place. She was known as Red Lips to all the locals because of her snow white skin and her true red lips. One afternoon she went to her table and saw Jacob, who wasn’t quite a local but started coming there everyday sence 9 months ago when they started dating.
“Hello” said Snow smiling
“Hello, Red Lips” he said smiling sweetly
Then she took his order and placed it. She came back a little later with it and asked if he needed anything else. But he just stared at her.
“What?” She asked smiling
She had no idea what was coming next. He knelt down on one knee and puled out a hugh true red dimand ring that matched her lips perfectly.
“Will you marry me?” Jacob asked hopefully
She looked down at him shock written on her face.
“YES!” She said suddenly
Later when she took of the ring to look at it closely at her new ring a hologram came up that said “I will love you forever Love Jacob” This was definitely a retrofuturistic ring she thought.
#5 Great Pink Planet~
The Great Pink Planet is a planet of myth and dreams. From outer spaces it looks like a great pink planet swirled in every shade of pink; light pink, hot pink, fuchsia, and so much more. Mostly everything on the Great Pink Planet is pink too; the trees, grass, dirt, flowers, horses, dogs cats, hair color, eye color, the water and more. Then theres the thing that are on this planet that aren’t on others, like unicorns, dragons, faries, and sooo much more. But of corse there pink too. And ohh is this planet BEAUTIFUL! This planet is filled with soo many things but all in verities and shades of pink. Hence the name Great Pink Planet.
#6 Airborne Unicorn~
Xenia went to her hard candy made stable of all colors to get her unicorn, Rylana, out of it. Rylana is Xenia pride and joy. She is a pastel and neon purple unicorn. Xenia has competed with Rylana in the jumping contests for four years now, winning the Cotton Candy Gold everytime. Her unicorn is well known by the nickname Airborn Unicorn, which she herself sometimes calls her to sike up Rylana before there ride. She’s hoping to win the Cotton Candy Gold again. Xenia was getting anxious, it was there turn next. So she went and put her hot pink sadle on Rylana and hoped up. Then she heard her and her unicorns name being called. They went to the starting point, “ding” and and the went off. Jump mafter jump over the hard candy poles and the taffy walls. At the end of there ride, she wait to hear there score. Xeina is once again over joyed once she heard they had a perfect run. She gave Rylana a few green sugar cubes and though that Rylana really earned her nickname Airborne Unicorn.
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August 23rd, 2009 at 12:03 am
#6 Cosmopop~
Dear Diary,
It’s been a week here sence me and my crew landed on this planet and we have been through this whole world already. It’s a small planet (like the rest) with simple people (like the rest) and nothing new. I was starting to miss my own planet (which you remember it’s now been 7 years sence i’ve been there) looking at you (my diary) with you hot pink covers and your glittering silver unicorns. When a little girl came up to me….
“Hello” I said
“Hello” she said “You look a little sad. Would you like a Cosmopop?”
“A Cosmopop?” I asked “Whats that?”
So she took my hand and lead me to this big wood door with bright colors on it with two ingraved unicorns on it (and I knewm I hadn’t seen this door before). When she opened what caught my eyes was amazing, I could only describe it by saying Charlie and The Chocolate Factory but as an open filed with no limitations. She took my hand again and brang me to a tree. She puled on this orange popsicale looking thing saying “Cosmopop” and handed it to me. I took it and gave it a lick. I was wrong!! This wasn’t a popsicle it was a dreamsicle, it was a Cosmopop and it was heaven. I have too say i was wrong this place is something new. And now I think I’ve found my new home in this forest of candy and Cosmopop’s.
#8 My Beautiful Rocket~
There once was a rocket
all beautiful and bright
of every orange
that flashed through the night
if you look to outer space
you might see my girls and me
go through the cosmos
go through the stars
in my new stellar rocket
My Beautiful Rocket
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August 23rd, 2009 at 12:08 am
I ment #7 for Airborne Unicorn
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August 23rd, 2009 at 12:43 am
#5 Great Pink Planet – cool pastel pink with a neon note. Zing!
her hair fell down her back in waterfalls of different pastels. her skin glittered like crushed diamonds. her eyes were a violet that was deep and rich, as if you could be lost in them. her dress was big, round, and pink. if you stared very closely at the dress, you can see the flowers that were embroidered on growing. in a way she looked like a great pink planet.
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August 23rd, 2009 at 12:43 am
oh sorry above it suppesed to say embroidered on, growing!
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August 23rd, 2009 at 11:37 am
In a sea of pink and purple hair, Lolly McNamara was the ice blonde beauty whose penchant for rainbow colored metallic lingerie was cloaked beneath a chocolate brown pencil skirt and a well tailored blouse. Hers was a seemingly quiet existence. Or at least that is what she would have others believe. It was only the centrifushia on her lips that hinted at her otherworldliness .
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August 23rd, 2009 at 7:30 pm
*** update
Countessa Fluorescent
She looked back; the shuttle was now a steel dot on the horizon
Looking through her Dior space helmet, she could see this place was a snow queen’s heaven; ice towers a hundred feet high sang as a rare wind scurried through them, all under the slight glow of a sun billions of miles away
‘Brrr’ good job I got here during a heat wave,” she said, it being a relatively pleasant -180 degrees Celsius.
Finally, she looked up and counted eight twinkling planets in their silent orbit;
This was the spot
Countessa Fluorescent, now the first human on parallel universe Pluto stuck the pink flag of Candyfuturism into the rock
“One giant leap for today, one small step for the adventures yet to come”
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August 24th, 2009 at 2:08 pm
Looking out onto the catwalk, she couldn’t have been more nervous
The Galliano 3000 spacesuit collection was perfect, and to make matters worse, the audience of Fembots were fanning themselves as the final Skywalker-esque model gave them a wink
When the claps died down, Aurora Supernova knew there was only one way to beat such a show; the secret weapon. But what if it didn’t work? It hadn’t been tested yet!
Modelling her own CandyFuture designs, she hovered down the catwalk in her glittering spacesuit. As she reached the audience, she pressed a button on the arm of the suit, for a second, nothing happened; Aurora felt herself blush, but just as she was about to run away, in a great flash of blue, the spacesuit unravelled and folded into a ‘chic little purse, she popped her lipstick inside.
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August 24th, 2009 at 2:09 pm
that last one was for ‘oh no she didn’t'! sorry!tho u wouldnt be able to tell…
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August 24th, 2009 at 3:09 pm
No She Didn’t!
With her shocking blue hair, and favorite blue raspberry Icee, she ferociously walks down the sidewalk with unbeatable confidence. Despite her petite height, she seems taller than everyone in the world. She is then approached by her rival: a tall, amazon with a permanent scorn. Usually, she is ready for insults, but for once, she won’t have it. Without waiting for a single word, she throws her drink at the ice queen, staining the white angora jacket in blue. Onlookers whisper excitedly as they watch the little blue fairy walk away with a wide grin.
Oh no she didn’t!
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August 24th, 2009 at 3:14 pm
“Retrofuturist & Cosmopop & D’Lilac”
“Are you sure about this?” Cosmopop nervously teased the frills of her tangerine crinoline and pulled at the opulent pearls around her neck. “I mean, when was the last time anyone tried to revive rockabilly? The Nekromantix? That was over sixty years ago!”
Retrofuturist firmly gripped the wheel of her 2032 D’Lilac fusion craft, considered quite the collectors item these days. “Cosmopop, it’s time for a revival. When we hit the pavement at the show tonight, heads will turn, fashion will be fully realized.” Retrofuturist checked her cherry red lips in the rear view mirror, “Besides, I’m tried of seeing silver lycra jumpsuits and leg warmers. Why do the 1980s keep coming back to haunt the present?”
Cosmopop smiled, patted her victory rolls, and gleamed as she reveled in the colors they radiated against the dank, gray cityscape and the people who reflected it.
The D’Lilac came to a quick stop outside of the venue. Retrofuturist and Cosmopop didn’t hesitate as they threw open the doors and stepped into the moonlight that paled in comparison to the vintage beauties strolling up to the parting red velvet ropes. Fashion has been fully realized.
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August 24th, 2009 at 4:23 pm
#10 No She Didn’t
Britney loved the snow. Every morning she was greeted by magical snowflakes falling outside her window turning her world into a frozen candy colored playground. Snow cones, gumdrops, and candy lanes kept Britney busy as she explored the world outside her window.
She decided to have a picnic by Lemonade Lake, and so picked an armful of newly ripened frozen apples which turned her lips a beautiful turquoise blue. When Britney caught her reflection in the lake and saw that her lips had taken on a different shade, did she wipe that color off? No She Didn’t.
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August 24th, 2009 at 6:07 pm
“NO! She didn’t” – they all screamed, completely amazed. Camélia tried to keep it secret and so, as they saw her on the television being the next star of “Love of The Pegasus”, jumping on their seats was all her family could do. Mother’s cellphone rang – she knew who’d be by that sparkling cheerful sound.
“So, you liked me on TV?”
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Retrofuturist
After a tiring day at the Fairy-Lab all Samantha wanted was to dance! But, honestly, in a city full of neon dancefloors she just couldn’t decide wich was best suited for that day!
“GEEAT!” She smiled, cheerfully, and then ran towards an old orange building. She turned on the radio, called some friends and got her bright pink tutu skirt out of the closet!
“Retrofuturist” she wrote on her door! Today the’d party at her home sweet home!
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August 24th, 2009 at 6:29 pm
Centrifushia
Wendy was a most respectable scientist! She had invented the “BangyDot” and the “Justfinefull” and many other things you have (or will have) in your home!
This time she wanted something new! She wanted something that would change the world and she was about to have it!
She got a little tube full of Phoenix dust and then added some rainbow-sugar and then she turned it on! Oh yes, her fabulous machine screamed in excitment and it spinned around and around and around and around and….
Wendy blinked. It was done. The whole room was full of magic and what was once a blank plain lab was now as colorful as something can be! She licked the walls…
Not even Wonka could make something as beautiful and sweet – but her new Centrifushia baby could!
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August 24th, 2009 at 7:31 pm
No She Didn’t
As the sound of my hover Vespa stopped I stretched my arms out to look over the scenery. Under the coloured plastic everything looked a nice shade of blue, almost as nice as the lipstick I wore today. I had received a really sweet email from an anonymous person last tuesday telling me to meet them here and my curiosity got the best of me. I got off the baby pink vehicle and watched as my clear 6-inch heels lit up from me stepping down on them.
I pulled out a lollipop from the pocket of my neon pink plastic skirt and pondered the possible candidates that may have asked me here. Gabriel? No, he’s still on that vacation to Mars. Andrew? Mmm….I sure hope not. A voice called out to me “Sarina?” startled I turned around surprised. A 6′2 man was running towards me in his light blue denim jacket, his beautifully sculpted face had an enormous grin stretching from side to side.
“Andreas?!”
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August 24th, 2009 at 7:56 pm
Centrifuchsia-
How Angela loved the lab she worked in! Labcoats were not just tools but glamorous accessories (she’d taken the liberty to quite literally sew a sliver lining into her labcoat, and her rose-tinted goggles were bedazzled beyond belief), heels and other fabulous footwear were no only allowed but encouraged and the only animal in sight was the lab’s mascot– a miniature horse they’d successfully gotten to sprout a silver horn! Yes, Centrifuchsia, Inc. was a dream come true, Angela thought as she stared fondly at the bright pink building. She wondered what discovery she’d make today. Perhaps she’d make the unicorn fly or perfect cold-no, candy fusion– the possibilities were gleefully endless!
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August 24th, 2009 at 10:21 pm
No She Didn’t
In a fit of rage Violet threw the cosmetics everywhere. “Nothing here will work!” She flung all the clothes from the rack and finally made her way over to the buckets of paint she had been using for inspiration. pinks, oranges, greens, blues and yellows filled the air and covered everything. Violet looked in the mirror at her paint covered self. a line of purple smeared her cheek along with a glob of orange over one of her eyes. but the most perfect shade of blue ran across her lips. she smiled and left the room. Remove the paint? No, she didn’t!
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August 25th, 2009 at 12:00 am
No She Didn’t:
Dia was a pink kind of girl. Pink dresses, pink shoes, pink nails, pink bubblegum lipstick. Unfortunately, her boss didn’t agree. “Dia,” he’d reprimanded, “Ethercom is a serious company. We may market to unicorn handlers, but our employees need to look professional. I expect to see you in a suitable color tomorrow. Blue, maybe.” Now, standing outside the reflective teleporters in Ethercom’s lobby, Dia took one last glance at her ‘appropriate’ outfit– a navy suit and demure black heels. Before entering, however, she pulled out a tiny tube (pink, of course), and applied a coat of creamy lipstick. ‘If he wants blue,’ she thought, ‘he’ll get blue.’ As she teleported into the office, her coworkers let out a collective gasp at the sight of her electric blue lips. “She didn’t!” one worker squealed. Dia smiled to herself– she was going to like her new signature color.
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August 25th, 2009 at 12:04 am
My beautiful rocket
All that went through my mind as I saw the gorgeous man run up to me was, oh my god. It had been years since I’d seen Andreas, I believe the last time was just after graduation when he told her that he was going to be a rockstar and play on the moon one day. It’s hard to believe that plump boy that used to be her best friend was now, well, a man. “I’m glad you showed up!” His smile was irresistible “Nice hover Vespa!” His enthusiasm was almost blinding. I could feel my face getting hotter as I struggled to find my voice. “I’m glad I came too!” there was a slight crack in my voice that made him laugh, and he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.
After introductions we decided to talk a walk, brightly coloured hover crafts flew by us as we laughed at the stories we had to tell. “I thought you were trying to make it big?” I asked remembering all the history we had together. “Well, I did. We’ve been touring around, you know stuff like that. I actually came here today because we have a gig tonight.” He answered as if it weren’t a big deal. “Oh, at the Bubblegum Space Auditorium?” I asked, genuinely curious as to where I would be able to see this wonderful man play the guitar tonight. “No, the moon. We just need to take a rocket there here, and well I was wondering if you would come with?”. Well, need I say more?
Later that night he drove me to the launch site where a huge orange rocket stood, waiting for lift-off. Andreas opened the door for me, and another man almost as handsome as Andreas appeared behind him and greeted me with a simple question.
“Like my beautiful rocket?”
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August 25th, 2009 at 12:05 am
Yeah,,, I forgot to edit so there are mistakes, change all the hers to I or me. Sorry =P
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August 25th, 2009 at 12:58 am
Here is my entry for Retrofuturist. The color was so beautiful this immediately popped into my head. :)
This isn’t exactly candy futuristic as in cotton candy and lollipops- more like smooth dark chocolate with creamy rich cherry centers. mmm… lol
This one’s also kinda really long, but the color was so inspiring!
The first time she entered the building, she was twelve. Young, inexperienced, and poor as the mice that cowered under the polished floorboards. She crept apprehensively into the room, awed by her surroundings. Rich scarlet velvet covered every surface in the signature color of this formidable society. The mahogany flooring exuded affluence. Gold trim chased the corners of her awareness, taunting her bare feet and dirty clothes as loudly as people on the street so often did. She felt small, dwarfed by the evidence of human decadence from ages past. She could not even imagine the vast sums this opulence had usurped- enough, she supposed, to feed her starvation-shrunk appetite for a century to come.
Ten years later, the second time she entered the building, she was a different woman. Her stilettos clicked steadily on the wood floors. Her eyes no longer rested hungrily on the accouterments of the room, lusting after that which was beyond her- nothing was beyond her now. She effortlessly commanded the attention and presence of every man and woman in the room. As she handed off her sumptuous coat to the waiting butler, she watched eyebrows rise and jaws drop. She took her seat in one of the luxurious scarlet chairs, and was pleased to note that her gown matched the color precisely. Let the Society of Retrofuturists make of that what they would. Her eyes curved upward gently, a predatory gleam warning of things to come. Her mouth, wide and sensuous, was also painted the scarlet this secular society claimed as irrevocably theirs. She smiled, and nodded to the others in the room. “Ladies, Gentlemen,” her voice brooked no objection, a sword swathed in bloody velvet. “Shall we begin?”
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August 25th, 2009 at 1:59 am
No She Didn’t
The mirror shattered as Lola threw it across the room. The shards of glass flickered dimly and Rose’s face appeared once more to taunt her. The mirror had been her greatest work. It was hooked up to the security camera outside Rose’s apartment, so Lola could watch her fashion foe.
Lola had tried everything to one up Rose, from sabotage and pity theft to poisonous words, but nothing worked. The public still adored her. But it was Rose’s latest invention that really galled Lola. Rose had changed her look. Full of color and tulle, it was unique. But those sky colored lips pouting at her from the glass were what made Lola Blue with envy.
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August 25th, 2009 at 2:14 am
No she didn’t!
She didn’t care much for what others might think. David Bowie had confirmed to her there was nothing wrong with being a Kook.
She dreamed of leading a Life on Mars where houses shone beneath the bright lights of the milky way, trees grew diamonds and water was lemonade.
Lost in her dreams, she hardly noticed when she hear her name followed by the words “What’s that on your lips?”. Off to the bathroom she ran to see what she had done, to find on her lips the blue from her pen. Instead of wash it off, she took a close look and noticed to her disbeliefe that it actually looked really good.
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August 25th, 2009 at 3:25 am
[No She Didn't]
Rhea was different to all the other girls. They all looked at her in disdain, turning their noses up at her blue dress, blue boots and blue hair.
“Look at that loser! She looks like she’s straight out of the 90’s! She did not dress like that on purpose!”
But this didn’t matter to Rhea- she knew the past’s vision of the future and she was going to live like that.
No she didn’t?
Yes, she did.
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August 25th, 2009 at 4:27 am
Centrifuchsia
Rosalinda had the most exciting job. She worked as a biochemist in a South African rainforest, looking for plants that could replace animal-derived ingredients in cosmetics. One day she was brought a plant that was incredibly brown and uninteresting – to the other researchers at least. Her blue eyes brightened with excitement as she put on her glasses and inspected the plant. She threw a piece of it in the centrifuge and smirked triumphantly as the others saw the sample to turn into the freshest shade of fuchsia.
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August 25th, 2009 at 5:40 am
Airborne Unicorn
“Hey folks, this is your captain speaking. For the next 40 minutes we will be orbiting the earth, while we change fuel, before setting out for Mars. Please take the time to enjoy the view while our staff bring round your breakfast.”
Clara smiled as she pushed the cart up the aisle. Cranky children and pushy customers surrounded her, all vying for her attention. She was the picture of professionalism, her dress a vivid violet and her Holo-heels in blue. As she passed the passengers their trays, she grinned confidently and said through boysenberry lips: “thanks for flying with Airborne Unicorn shuttle service”
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August 25th, 2009 at 6:10 am
Retrofuturist
Blanche hated the story of Snow White. She acknowledged that her very fair skin combined with black hair and luscious red lips made the comparison almost inevitable. Her name made it completely unavoidable. One day she decided to take matters into her own hands. Not wanting to remind anyone of a girl from a book written AGES ago, she walked into a salon. The hairdresser was in tears as she cut Blanche’s hair into a pixie crop and dyed it blonde. But Blanche never smiled so widely as she did when she walked out on the street and shouted “Move over Snow White, you’re history!”.
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August 25th, 2009 at 7:19 am
No she didn’t
“No, she didn’t!”, Alyss screamed, amazed. “Sssssh!”, her friend Patrissa hushed her, for even though they were in the busy main street of the city, where the air was filled with traffic fumes and the roar of hover crafts, passers-by had turned to stare at the short, turquoise haired girl.
When they had decided that what ever had made her so upset wasn’t more interesting then their own business and had hurried on to wherever they were headed, Alyss stepped closer to Patrissa so they could talk more quietly.
“I mean, no one would really…I thought she was just trying to show off!”
“Yeah, me too… come on, I’ll show you! It isn’t far from here, at the intersection Mainstreet/4th Avenue.”
“Not really!”, Alyss gasped. The 4th Avenue was one of the hippest places in town, where all the fashionable boutiques were and models and designers hurried from their lunch break at a trendy coffee shop back to their bureaus and studios.
The girls sped down the street, and finally they could see the intersection.
“No, she didn’t!”, Alyss exclaimed again. But there it was, floating in the air: a blazing blue unicorn holofitti, just like the new girl in their class had described it the evening before.
“That’s got to be the coolest thing I ever saw.”, Patrissa stated.
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August 25th, 2009 at 10:43 am
Countessa Fluorescent – clean, bright neon pink for that perfect Barbie pout!
The floating lights hovering above the crowd gave the inside of the circus tent a mysterious air. In front of her, humans and creatures twisted and turned, blew fire and light, tossed hoops, balls and each other. The Countessa clapped her hands with delight as a pair of centaurs performed jumps in the main ring. They were striking, handsome and strange, sculpted human forms from the torso up, below the powerful legs and back of a chestnut horse. One of them bent down to let an airy tightrope walker with a feathered parasol climb on his back. The other turned, searching the crowd and walking forward.
“Your name?” His voice was more like a rumble in his throat. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his cheek, leaving a perfect, bright pink lip print on his dark cheek. “Fluorescent,” she murmered in his ear. His tail twitched and he stamped one of his legs, grinning. He held out his hand. Why not? she thought as she took his hand and gave the centaur a warm, inviting smile. She always did like the spotlight.
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August 25th, 2009 at 11:32 am
D’Lilac – boutique crème de lavender dessert in a tube. For post-modern Marie Antoinettes only!
The tiny fairycakes were pure heaven as the soft sweetness rolled over her tongue. Topped with a decadent lavender icing, candy stars and sugar dusted violet petals, they were the perfect dessert in her eyes. She laughed and looked down at the small dog sitting next to her on the grass, tail wagging in ecstasy as he waited for a crumb. The dog’s curly fur was a pale pastel purple. She reached into the picnic basket and pulled out another cake, which the dog gulped down happily, and a small compact. Opening it, she examined her hair, a decadent creation of pale lavendar curls pilled high, accented with purple flowers, stars, and small twinkling fairylights. She used a napkin to dab a crumb from the corner of her cheek.
“We must always look our best D’Lilac,” she instructed, using a napkin to wipe the frosting from his chin. D’Lilac wagged his tail in agreement.
Retrofuturist – intensified true red. Snow White’s lips if she worked as a waitress on a spacecraft.
Stars winked at Elis through the window as she sank gratefully into a red bench. Space seems to go on forever, she thought, pressing a hand against the surface of the window. She watched spacecrafts soar through the black, neon lights winking off and on like more brightly coloured stars. Her stomach growled and she laughed, putting her hand against it. A waitress wearing a black uniform with a checkered apron, walked over to her and handed her a menu. The waitress pulled out a notebook from her pocket, tossing her black hair over her shoulder. Black as space, Elis thought.
“Welcome to Retrofuturist!” the waitress smiled, dazzling her with perfect, intense red lips. “May I take your order?”
Cosmopop – softened orange, like a creamsicle… no, a dreamsicle!
Ten minutes, she thought as she checked her watch. In her hand, she held a fast-melting creamsicle which she licked slowly, trying to relax. She could hear the crowd cheering from her dressing room, the whole ampitheatre vibrating with their energy. She closed her eyes and savoured that feeling, letting the excitement fill her. Finishing her treat, she stood up and admired her outfit in the mirror.
“Tonight,” she promised her reflection, checking her makeup and reapplying her favourite lipstick, a soft orange the same shade as her favourite frozen dessert. “Tonight is my dream come true.”
“Cosmo! Cosmo! Cosmo!” the crowd chanted as she opened the door and stepped through.
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August 25th, 2009 at 12:06 pm
Airborne Unicorn – my personal favorite! My pride and joy, this purple is somehow pastel & neon at the same time, ah!
She twirled her parasol idly in her hands, trying not to look as bored as she was. The gondola they were sitting in floated slowly down the river as the tour guide gestured to the ruins of the old city, telling stories about the crumbled old buildings. Behind her she heard a low chuckle and she smiled as her companion leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Don’t look so enthralled.”
“I’m here for one thing,” she whispered back, giving the other woman a sly smile. Her companion laughed again and nodded up at the tour guide. “It’s here, don’t worry. Soon.”
As the guide started telling them about how the city had fallen into the hands of the fantastic creatures that lived here, a shadow on one of the rooftops stood and shook its body. It was a large unicorn, its body a bright, neon purple. A large pair of wings unfolded from its back and it started to rise in the air. She reached back to grab her companion’s hand tightly and pointed. Around them, the other tourists started to murmur in surprise. She held her breath. The airborne unicorn hovered for a moment, swooped low over the boat silently and headed off into the darkening sky. She watched as the magnificent creature flew away, taking her heart with it.
No She Didn’t – the most personality-charged of the 10, this lipstick is an opulent, opaque turquoise blue! Some would say blue is a no-no; I say it’s a big YESSSS.
Bright blue balloons were everywhere. A clown dressed all in turquoise with hair to match handed her one and a cone of spun floss candy, with candy butterflies dancing around it. She laughed as one settled on her nose and she caught it, popping the candy into her mouth. Groups of her friends were gathered around different games and performers, laughing and playing, chasing candy butterflies and balloons.
“Happy Birthday,” her father said as he came up to her and handed her a box. “This is from your sister. She said it’s something very very special.”
“No! She didn’t!” she squealed as she tore open the box and pulled out the tissue. Nestled in the bright blue box was a small pink tube, with a holographic unicorn on it. She picked it up and removed the top, sighing as she saw the most perfect, opulent, turquoise blue lipstick she’d ever seen.
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August 25th, 2009 at 12:57 pm
There once was a girl named Locket
Who liked to eat hot pockets
She went to the fair
And won a toy bear
And then stole My Beautiful Rocket!
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August 25th, 2009 at 5:59 pm
No She Didn’t!:
“Tonight is the night” thought Opal as she searched for the perfect outfit to wear with her bubblepop heels that used real bubbles as heels. “Nothing in this closet is right!”she exclaimed. Suddenly she whipped her head around and her pin straight crystal-white locks swished back into place.She curled her lips into a coy smile for there, hanging on her dressing room door was the most beautiful, turquoise dress ever! The bodice was covered in pixie dust and water droplets that shimmered and shone like Opal herself; the skirt was made of holoflair and had transparent streaks.
she stepped into the dress and shoes, wrapped her necklace of starcrystals and pearls from the Lake of Whipped Aquaglass.
She knew that the only thing missing was her deliciously opulent, opaque turquoise blue lipstick.She finished applying it just as she got close enough to hear the crowd and the cameras clicking.She took her place at the microphone as the fafirys parted the curtains, and smiled to herself as she heard gasps and quiet shouts of “No She Didn’t!”
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August 25th, 2009 at 6:50 pm
Centrifuchsia-
I opened my newspaper to my favorite section. The Cooking Section. my eyes fell in love with the sights chocolate covered goodies, and cake covered in icing, that melted when your tongue felt that first little taste. All of sudden my buttered toast, and tea didn’t seem all that appetizing. I got up and pulled on my wellington boots. I grabbed a nightgown as i walked down the steps of our porch. my feet matched beat with the rain. i began to hum softly to myself and walked to the back of my garden, my hair bouncing like springs. i walked along the edge of the garden, pretending i was on a tightrope in a circus, suddenly i tripped over a root and fell down with a crash. i looked up and suddenly saw a small little whole in the hedge i had fallen next to. i crawled through the whole clumsily, i got to the other side, and was surrounded my flowers that glittered with the morning dew I was suddenly greeted by a small fairy. she had purple hair, and a pink twirly dress. “Welcome to Centrifuchsia, the home of pink, purple and Magic!” she sang
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August 25th, 2009 at 6:52 pm
sorry instead of “i was surrounded my flowers” its “by flowers” xoxoxo
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August 25th, 2009 at 7:34 pm
No She Didn’t
Me, with my glittering blue eyes
equals having all the guys
My long hair cascading down my back
oh what all the girls do lack
my small candy colored lips
all girls posing on there hips
me, with my utter sense of style
and my gorgeous pearly white smile
with one little wink they were under my spell
i felt like a pearl in an oyster shell
me, elegant like a flock of bluebirds
on thier lips i saw those words
Oh no she didn’t!
Oh yes, i smiled, she did!
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August 25th, 2009 at 7:36 pm
Centrifuchsia
He had warned her. Told here she was not allowed up here. The air above ground was dangerous. But she was sick of solitude and the stuffy recycled air of the city below. She was too full of stories of the Earth’s surface to listen to reason.
She stood by the reinforced blast doors, wondering whether to go on. No one had been above in a millennium. Before she could change her mind she keyed in the exit code. The doors slowly parted and she gasped in shock at the world that awaited her. Over a millennium Roses, one of the things that they couldn’t grow underground, had sprung up once more. The world outside was tinted a most voluptuous deep Fuchsia. She raced out into her fresh air, sunlight and Centrifuchia filled world.
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August 25th, 2009 at 8:16 pm
sry i was supposed to take out the part about bubblepop heels being made of real bubbles
xoxoxo jessica aka FairyDuchess
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August 25th, 2009 at 8:34 pm
She was old, much older than the people around her. Gyrating, glittering bodies of men and women who’d spent too much time in space, and too long hidden away from sunlight and sand and sea spray. She’d come from the ocean, her presence so disarming, so terrifying that she’d inspired legends, myths, fables, given the people of the most ancient and noble empires something to believe in. She was as old as language, old as sound, old as light, and she was ready for something new.
Her hair hung in elegant flaxen curls, the only color found in nature among a sea of green and violet and thousands of other colors, some of which had not been discovered until long after the year 3000. She envied these humans, these remarkable hybrids of soul and body, who could change and be changed by time. Suddenly overcome with the glittering array of light and color she burst from the nightclub, no longer charmed by the differences between them and her. She spied a woman walking by with the most vivid shade of electric blue upon her lips and a single sentence formed in her throat.
“No…she didn’t!”
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August 25th, 2009 at 8:49 pm
No, She Didn’t:
It was prom night, the theme was set. The student body had rented out the finest aircraft, and one by one the couples poured in, dressed in the latest black and white fashions. Eloise pulled up to the ship in a dreamy stretch hovership, and stepped one patent silver pump out after the other. As soon as the other guests saw her bright turquoise dress, she knew she had made just the kind of entrance she was looking for.
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August 25th, 2009 at 9:04 pm
Centrifuchsia:
It had been a lovely date. Lee from the architectural department had taken Briana out to dinner, and the holographic ring he wore around his neck sparkled through the night. Afterwards, he walked her to her door, she found a spark of confidence and kissed him. “Well, goodnight!” She fled into her house from the embarrassment, and Lee found his head spinning from one little fuchsia colored kiss.
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August 26th, 2009 at 1:10 am
No She Didn’t:
Lyssa knew when she left the house that she might never come back. She and Nigel had always had a tumultuous affair, but when she heard he was seeing Claire behind her back, well, that was the last straw. Sitting next to her holographic fire and sipping champagne, Lyssa turned over the shimmering pink laser gun in her hands, thinking. She knew what she had to do.
Lyssa was known for being fabulous, and she’d be damned if her last steps were not her most beautiful. She regarded herself in her gilded mirror, adjusting her hot pink hair, shimmying her silver spangle dress, and applying one perfect coat of bright blue to her lips. Blowing herself one last kiss, she stepped into the rain and hopped onto her iridescent hovercycle. Lyssa flew through the streets as fast as she could, feeling that last burst of adrenaline, tears mingling with the rain hitting her cheeks. And, as she lay on the floor of Nigel’s foyer, the glittering blood pouring from her veins mixing with his, she was satisfied that she would never be hurt again.
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August 26th, 2009 at 9:06 am
(This will be a little story for the beautiful “Retrofuturist” :) )
Little Susie loved candy apples. She loved how red, shiny, and delicious they were! Susie always skipped down to the corner candy shop every saturday as soon as they opened! There were all sorts of beautiful, bright colors for her to choose from! A pretentious purple, a blissful blue, a garden green, an outrageous orange! Everything gleamed and sparkled and glittered so brightly that she just couldn’t choose! Then, she gazed upon a beautiful, luscious, rapturing red. She ran over to it quickly, and took a huge bite, feeling the red dripping onto her own lips as she devoured her candy treat. Looking up, she caught her own reflection in the mirror on the wall. Against all the bright hues of all the wonderful candy in the room, her lips were the loudest! She laughed, and grabbed up as many more red apples as she could find, skipping out the door to show off her beautiful, red, candy-kissed lips to the world!
– Hope you enjoyed it :) When I saw retrofuturist and how UNBELIEVABLY red it was.. I thought CANDY APPLES.
:) love love, Sam Bell!
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August 26th, 2009 at 6:15 pm
this one is called “Airborne Unicorn”
Kesse stared into her high-tech vanity mirror, the Too-Prettyomatic3000. She knew she wanted to go somewhere. So without regard of where, or how, she got ready to go out. No, she wouldn’t be just another gorgeous face in the streets of Candyfuture, She decided at once that she MUST be no less than fabulous. With the snap of a finger, she would be the envy of anyone that so much as saw her face. Bold, fiery, like nobody else. That glittery pink mini-dress, those bright purple boots, that sleek, shiny aqua colored hair. She was like the barbie-doll of Candyfuture. Only one thing could make her look complete. She opened the hot pink tube and twisted the bottom revealing a beautiful lavender color. It was perfect. Kesse swiped it precisely onto her soft lips and walked through the door and onto the glittering streets of Candyfuture, ready to go anywhere, and do anything.
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August 26th, 2009 at 8:34 pm
my no. 223 story is suppose to end like this:
“but just as she was about to run away, in a great flash of blue, the spacesuit unravelled and transformed into a ‘chic little purse, she popped her lipstick inside.
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August 26th, 2009 at 8:34 pm
She sighed and scribbled more notes in her lab book. Calina was absolutely determined to find the answers hidden in these samples. Modern scientific advancements had accomplished many glorious things– bioluminescent lanterns lit the town in an array of gorgeous hues, hologram clothing and jewelry provided anyone and everyone with the most glamourous means of self-expression, and unicorns danced gleefully through meadows and city parks. Yes, with a fragment of DNA recovered from a sample preserved in a glittering glacier, scientists had reintroduced unicorns to the world! But now they were suffering from a mysterious genetic anomaly. She fired up the shiny Centrifuchsia 3000 (even the lab equipment was aesthetically pleasing these days) and got back to work….
‘Centrifuchsia’ lipstick by Lime Crime is a gorgeous “fuchsia amplified to a cosmic degree.” It can be worn alone, or layered with one of our lip-safe Magic Dusts for a dazzling effect!
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August 26th, 2009 at 8:58 pm
Let’s give No She Didn’t a go!
Luce awoke groggily from her deep slumber. She opened her blinds to let in the mornig- after all, morning WAS the perfect way to start off the day. She trudged over to the virtual closet and began flicking through clothes with her index finger. Finally, she settled on a icey blue satin top, even though she knew how funky it would look against her flamnig auburn hair. It would be something everyone would talk about: “Oh no she didn’t!” they would gawk. She smiled to herself and wriggled into the top.
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August 26th, 2009 at 9:04 pm
Oops I miss-spelled “flamnig” it’s supposed to be “flaming” sorry!!!
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August 26th, 2009 at 9:22 pm
Centrifuchsia: sorry it is a little harry potter-ish, I promise I didn’t realize till I was finished writing :)
Chaos was the only word she had to describe it. It had happened when the first Pegasus was struck down from the sky. Talia’s beloved homeland of happiness and colors was being torn apart at the seams. “Quick, toss me your shoe!” her father cried. He caught it and jammed a black chip into the sole. “Ok, now grab on!” he yelled, and after seeing her hesitation; “Only the crazy ones will stay!” Talia reached for the shoe but immediately dropped it when it began to move. Her father disappeared with it, leaving nothing behind but a button of his shirt. Talia picked up the button and retreated to what was left of her homeland, vowing to never come so close to lwavig Centrifuchsia again.
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August 26th, 2009 at 9:24 pm
Oh wow that’s a horrible typo- I meant ” leaving centrifuchsia” not gkskajrf or whatever. :)
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August 26th, 2009 at 9:38 pm
“No She Didn’t”
She saw it out of the corner of her eye, a brief but bright flash of blue that vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She turned towards the colour instinctively, drawn to it amidst the sea of black suits and perfectly coiffed blonde hair. It was easy to find again; the whispers of scandalized committee members paved the path to a pair of shockingly blue high heels. The woman wearing them did so fearless, casually snagging a flute of champagne as the crowd formed a ring around her. “Did she forget this is meant to be a formal occasion?” hissed a voice indiscreetly somewhere to the left.
The woman smiled as she answered to no one in particular: “No, she didn’t.”
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August 27th, 2009 at 12:39 pm
D’Lilac:
Annette didn’t really mind that she was late. Parliament meetings were so boring– they were probably just discussing another hovercraftway expansion. Besides, she looked fabulous. Annette swept in through the ancient wooden doors, her voluminous tulle petticoats rustling and her holograph ring emitting silvery sparks. The current speaker stopped midsentence, sending Annette a blatantly disapproving look. Giggling, Annete plopped into her assigned seat, then flashed the speaker a deliciously Lilac smile before producing a box of fragrant pastries. “Cupcake, anyone?”
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August 27th, 2009 at 1:29 pm
Centrifuchsia :)
On the branch of an ornamented evergreen dangled the shamefully fluorescent petals of a timid newborn Fuchsia. Her skin glimmered against the dimness of a drowsy-morning sunrise. And like a glittery disco ball illuminating an unlit dance floor, each petal lathered the garden in a metallic-gold mist. Though brilliant, Fuchsia’s brightness caused her great resentment from the rest of the garden. As a flower who possessed both beauty and youth, Fuchsia’s sisters chained her spirit by spitting insults and declaring luminosity as the most undesirable of assets. Given her naivety and inexperience, Fuchsia had no knowledge to believe otherwise. So as the seasons passed, Fuchsia sealed her bulbous petals shut. She was afraid to unleash her inner beauty, as its intensity could very well rival the sun.
When spring uncoiled from the bitter winter, Fuchsia’s starling sisters all blossomed. They lifted their dusty rose petals to reveal plum-polished hearts like a satin skirt upheld for an immodest curtsy. But Fuchsia preserved her spherical physique. Like heavy velvet curtains assembled without a pull-cord, she draped her petals over the stars and secrets hiding backstage. But as nature took its course, Fuchsia was soon unable to veil her beauty to please her sister’s washed-out, watered-down uniformity. Her petals lifted one by one, relinquishing years of concealed pigmentation. The curtains were finally lifted to reveal the most glorious ornamentation nature had ever handcrafted. Her fellow flowers were so astonished that they could not hide their affections. Her heart’s stellar, scarlet complexion attracted every hummingbird across the feathery fields. And as each presented her with great gifts of pollen, Fuchsia became the undeniable centerpiece of the evergreen. A centrifuchsia—-no longer ashamed of her true colors and the gift of brilliance.
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August 27th, 2009 at 2:43 pm
A large saucer shaped module was Candy’s choice of home. It was always the talk of the town as to why she decided to relinquish those old sy-fy films although it is now the future they talked of and there are no saucers to be found. It was thought almost cheesy but she didn’t care what people thought what mattered was it made her happy. The only thing that bothered her was the gun-metal gray of the spaceship. “Silver is beautiful, but a dull gray just won’t do.”, Candy thought to herself. The next day the neighbor’s were crowded around the saucer gasping. “No, she didn’t!” said Sakura from across the street as she gazed at the bright opaque blue Candy had painted her home with a holographic unicorn on the front!
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August 27th, 2009 at 4:48 pm
Impatiently, Nano clicked her painted nails against the handles of her Cosmopop Scooter X5-31. She sighed, knowing this was going to be a long light and she, a law-abiding citizen. Realizing there was time to kill – even in hyperspace – she cast a glance at herself in the small round mirror attached to her vehicle. Nano pursed her lips and tousled her short, orange hair. She really didn’t need any touching up. A green light lit up, dim in comparison to the surrounding stars and Nano floored the pedal with her apricot ankle strap heels. She didn’t even know, let alone care where she was jetting off to – she just liked the speed.
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August 27th, 2009 at 5:37 pm
The new Retropolitan Aerotheatre hovered above New York City, its lights visible for miles around as its first show opened to a sold-out crowd. A hush fell over them as the lights fell to complete darkness. On perfect cue, the orchestra swelled and neon lasebeams of every hue pierced the night.
As the music reached its tempo, a lone dancer leaped forward into the air, hovering in a perfect midair spin en pointe, just as her costume blazed alive with light and motion. The audience gasped at her sudden appearance, then screamed with glee to see a new kind of prima ballerina, and the fruition of a dream of Aeroballet.
Her dance became fire; her bodysuit appeared to ignite along her curves. She was as lithe as a tongue of flame, as unencumbered as a spark on an evening breeze, dancing in every dimension, never touching ground. The music swelled from glowing warmth of a candleflame to the full raging fury of an inferno. As the orchestra reached its crescendo, the glowing costume engulfed her completely as she leaped and twirled, then faded to a dying ember as the last notes drifted into silence.
Long after the show, in the last darkness before morning, the Fine Arts Editor of CandyArts magazine penned his review.
“Mesmerizing in her furious beauty, tonight we have seen the ultimate lady in red, as classic and timeless as the ballet itself, yet freed from its earthly restraints to soar beyond imagination. Ladies and gentleman, today I have seen the both the past and future of modern art. This is the Retrofuture.
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August 27th, 2009 at 6:57 pm
“No She Didn’t”
Sera had always felt different. She was often ridiculed for her outrageous style choices. Somehow she made her way to New York City.
Tonight was the opening of her one woman show but there was one problem, her make up artist hadn’t arrived. Everything else was perfect, she had her lines memorized & she was wearing a one of a kind yellow dress. But now she was panicking.
She began her frantic search around her make shift dressing room & saw shoes with broken heels, a dusty top hat & a leather jacket but no make up.
Then there it was, under a scrap of chiffon, a tube of lipstick. She opened it up & was turquoise. Could she pull it off, she wondered.
Oh well, here goes nothing. She swiped on the magical color & stepped out from the curtains. The whole auditorium was packed & she knew that she had found acceptance.
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August 27th, 2009 at 7:01 pm
#9 Centrifuchsia~
Centrifuchsia, that is the name of Issa’a favorite store. It has everything in her favorite color, fuchsia amplified to a cosmic degree and all one of a kind. Which is how she should look for the upcoming Cosmic Ball, where anyone whos anyone will be there. Looking around she found the pefect pair of shoes. The are fuchsia with bright orange comics ziping around on them. Next she found fuchsia stocking with silver stars twinkling all over. Then she found her jewlery, a pair of earing that are a replica of the Great Pink Planet and her necklace that is a hologram of the cosmos. While she found thouse she spoted a dress and it is PERFECT!! It’s fuchsia with planets spining, stars twinkling and shooting, and comics ziping by, everywhere and in evey color on the dress. Now she knew for sure she will be looking stellar in her new outfit for the Cosmic Ball.
#10 No She Didn’t~
She was walking down the street in her lavendar stilettos, in a hot pink dress, tattoo’s showing, with teal hair, lavender and hot pink eyeshadow and her opulent, opaque turoquoies blue lipstick. She can hear the wispers of “oh’s” and “no’s”. Stoping at a cross walk she hear loud wispering next to her. Looking she saw two girls with dull hair and plane clothes. As she turned away she heard one of them wisper “No She Didn’t!”. She turns to the two boring girls and says “Oh Yes, Oh yes I did.” and walks away smileing. As the other two girls mouths just drop.
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August 27th, 2009 at 7:18 pm
I choose Centrifuchsia.
She walked through the magical forest searching for a flower that would delight the Queen Miss Doe Deere, during her quest she came across a path leading to and enchanted world full of color so bright it brought a tear to her eye. While exploring, she seen many beautiful creatures unicorns and fairys and little elfs too. She found a beautiful feild filled with colorful flowers. She then remembered Queen Doe’s request! Not able to decide on a color she gathered bunches of flowers in a rush, the flowers were amazing colors of such a pink Centrifuchsia so wonderful it would even make the Queen blush.
lol i did my best!
hope you like it
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August 27th, 2009 at 8:52 pm
Oh No She Didn’t
“Oh yes she did,” Melinda grinned at her reflection in her bedroom mirror. She had never dared to go out in public like this, but tonight was going to be the night. It was the night of the Charity Gala for the New York City Unicorn Reserve, and everyone was saying that it would be the party of the decade. And Melinda was going to be there.
She could hardly believe it. A year ago, she never would have thought she would be here, in her New York City penthouse, getting ready for an extravagent party. She wore a hot pink puffy ball gown, a sparkly purple tiara, a turquoise heels. Her lips matched her shoes, and this was her favorite part of the outfit. As she left her apartment, blue lips smirking, Melinda knew one thing: she was going to knock ‘em dead.
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August 27th, 2009 at 9:30 pm
Retrofuturist
The entrance to Club Retrofuturist was framed with holographic unicorns and big security guards. The line to get in snaked around the block twice. But Vera Williams walked right through the front door, no questions asked.
She wore a skin tight strapless red dress, and, of course, hot red lips. She felt quite at home among the pulsating red lights of the club. To other clubgoers, Vera seemed to have a mysterious power over the place. She could have any drink she wanted, free of charge, and her favorite music was always playing.
The reason that Vera had such a power over Club Retrofuturist? Simple. She owned it.
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August 28th, 2009 at 4:43 am
I hope it’s not too late to submit my last entry, for No She Didn’t – don’t think I’d be able to pull it off but what a great shade.
Everyone gathered around the swimming pool. Underwater lights made it shine like turquoise cellophane. Georgia and Darius pointed out a garden wall made of moulded whorls and cornucopia. On the other side of this unusual feature lay desert, seamed by rows of nameless cars whizzing toward a cloud of billboards and lit up words sparkling in the night sky. The guests breathed in cool, fresh air and listened to the city’s distant buzz.
Darius’ daughter interrupted his latest anecdote about the industry. His friends tried not to stare when she emerged from the bungalow wearing a belted coat. She barely resembled the child star on the peeling placard some of them remembered from the abandoned section of the Hula LaBora highway, the golden girl from Pomeranian and the Kid.
Stresses of early fame and subsequent cancellation of the hit show had affected her health. The family moved to the hills above the city and she grew up in private, protected from tabloid scandal. Rumours of her instability still reached the supermarket broadsheets, some of them implicating her parents in her difficulties.
“Maria honey”, Georgia said, “don’t you want to change back into your pyjamas? And where are you going with that suitcase?”
Maria didn’t answer. The guests couldn’t deny that she looked beautiful, like a heroine from a nineteen forties film updated with science fiction fingernails and a crystal burst hat
“I’m leaving” she said, “Lee is picking me up”.
“Go back inside and rest” said Darius, angered by the break in atmosphere, “we’ll talk tomorrow”.
“No” his daughter replied.
“We’ll talk tomorrow” Darius repeated. Maria didn’t answer and pulled a lipstick tube from her coat pocket.
“Honey, why are you using makeup?” cried Georgia. Her daughter twisted the bullet upwards. The guests silently applauded when she calmly slicked a shade that matched the swimming pool over her lips. “No way”, they thought admiringly, “no, she didn’t”.
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