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.
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”
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.
“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.
Ooops, it’s complection.
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!”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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!”
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.”
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.
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!)
(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.
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
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.
Sorry the formatting came out weird!
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
sry i did not spell check :(
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!”
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
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
“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.
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.
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.
Sorry that was for “D’lilac” =)
“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.
D’Lilac
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D’Lilac
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.’
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!”