I love writing stories, so I’m going to write short stories using the same prompts that I’m using to draw. The first one was a teapot, so here we go.
The teapot glistened on the table in front of her, it’s perfect white curve untarnished except for one small, ruby droplet.
“Oops, missed a bit.” She spoke out loud as though they were still able to respond, they could hear her, that she was sure of. You can still hear for up to 6 minutes, that’s how long it takes the brain to die, or so she’d read. Picking up a paper napkin from the immaculately laid out table, she carefully wiped off the droplet.
“Much better.” She told herself as she stepped back to admire her handy work, considering the short notice she was pretty pleased with her creation. In front of her was a cream tea layout that any country tea shop would be proud of. A pair of clean white tea cups, perched on matching saucers sat on either side of the table, in the the middle stood a tier cake stand, each of the four levels made up of intricately designed white metal flowers. Each tier was lined with crisp white napkins, identical to the one she had just used, aside from the red of course. They were holding sandwiches, scones and delicately prepared cakes and macaroons, more than enough for two. On one side of the cake stand stood the teapot, along side it was a small round sugar bowl and carefully chosen matching sugar bowl, the set she’d found didn’t come with one, but no one would be able to tell it wasn’t part of the set originally. The look was finished off with a dainty pink table cloth, decorated in little white polka dots. The only part that she felt didn’t work was the silver cutlery, it wasn’t even real silver and she’d very much hoped to source some brass or even gold coloured cutlery, but she’d run out of time. Still, it had all come together very well, she shouldn’t complain too much.
Her guests gazed upon their feast without an ounce of interest, no excitement or thrill filled their made up faces as they slumped in their seats. She frowned at them, they didn’t look right at all. Walking around the table she slid her hands under the armpits of the first girl, careful not to knock or flatten any of her immaculate curls.
“Come up Sophie, sit up.” As she let go, Sophie slipped back down into the seat, threatening to slide off the seat and under the table. She glanced around the room, what could she use? That’s when she remembered the basket of scrap fabric behind the sofa in the other room, it had been Marti’s, as she loved to craft. Who named a girl Marti anyway, it was probably short for something stupid, she mutter as she moved through to the other room, utterly unaware of the snarl forming on her top lip. The box was exactly where she expected it to be, and after what at first seemed to be a fruitless search she pulled out a reel of thick pink ribbon. Exactly what I need, she thought to herself as she made her way back to the kitchen. There was more than enough ribbon to lash both girls to their seats, helping propping them up, of course she couldn’t do anything about the blank expressions, and tying their heads up to stop them drooping would ruin the effect, but it would have to do. She stepped back as she had before and surveyed the scene before her, complete with vintage outfits and make up, the girls looked more like dolls than real people, with perfect curls and victory rolls. She’d spent a lot of time on YouTube tutorials learning how to do that, the eyeliner was as perfect as you’d ever get it, she didn’t think she’d be able to ever get it so spot on again. Seemed almost a shame that it was on them and not herself, but never mind. She glanced down at her hands, the eyeliner still smudged on the back of her latex covered hands, and unconsciously ran her fingers over the small tattoo that showed through the gloves. Her eyes drifted back up to the pair of them in front of her, to the matching tattoo on Sophie’s hand, her stop lip started to curl up again. Well, if they wanted to be best friends without her so that’s what she’d given them. Now they were together forever, she told them to be careful what they wished for, more fool them for not taking her seriously. Her chest heaved in an involuntary sigh, without another thought she turned on her heel and headed for the kitchen door, she’d need to be clear of the house before anyone came looking. Time to move on with her life, she’d just have to find a new best friend.