Contest closed!
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.
Shall we comment with our stories or email them to you?
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.
(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)
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.
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.
“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.”
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.
aah shoot i changed names half way through… Zara is the name, not lola, and it’s all one character… oops.
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.
“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!)
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.
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!
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
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!
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!
“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.
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.”
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.
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.”
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
Oh, I wrote one but it got too long! lol.
See if I can change it.
“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…..
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!”
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.
**contentedly
Neglected to proofread, heh, sorry.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“oh well at least i look nice” she thought**
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.)
Oh, whoops! Haha, forgot to mention: I wrote for D’Lilac. Such a pretty shade of purple.
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.
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.”
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…