Want to play? Add your 6-word story about the image above. (photo by Jonas Eriksson)
“Sugar…spice. That’ll do.”
Hair models lack a decent photographer.
Triplets born sans bodies, only hair.
Shrouded in mist, the sirens lament.
She bought him the beer goggles
Boobies, it’s a bad porn movie.
What the heck is that thing?
photoshop failed to let me fly
It’s about what you don’t see.
Morality clouded sympathy. Rest in peace.
Friends brushed her hair. Tears remained.
Last photograph of happiness. Blurred, misremembered.
Tomtom says: go left. Yeah, right !
Art teachers work miracles– sometimes not.
Three celebs. One is not human.
Aging Heian ladies, lost in mist
Blonde, brunette, redhead. Had set once.
Hair twirls twixt the heaven’s eyes.
Wind, clouds, not at the wedding!
John I have not a breeze
The banshee dance, a killing spree.
A horror movie? They never knew.
Hiding from the world in mist.
Not only gorilla’s in the mist
Faces fade. Names slip. Pain remains.
Woman stands by grave. Smile emerges.
They faded away. The mist remained.
” Norns always cut the strings unevenly.”
The genie gave me three wishes
Said there would be seven virgins!
Sisters of Fate; cut the thread.
New witches, lacking familiar. Inquire within.
That’s blur. Can’t see three women.
Being all at once is now.
Blond,Brunette,Redhead, which one tonight?
Different by birth, same at heart.
she found her soulmate, in death
Three heads are better than one.
White clouds beautifully suffocating the three
To find beauty in unusual places.
Eyes seeking attention blind their reflection.
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