Hi, Heather. I hope you don't mind if my story is exceedingly short.
My boyfriend Sam and I had just had a break-up, and I was heartbroken. I had hoped that he was the one. But I had to continue living. I had a book signing that afternoon for my latest romance novel. The cover's theme was purple balloons because that was my favorite part of the story.
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A man named Rufus, the protagonist, worked as a clown at the circus. He had trouble finding romance. No woman could take him seriously when he told them he was a clown. At least the ones he was interested in. Then one day during the matinee performance he saw a woman in the stands, laughing and clapping enthusiastically. He enjoyed watching her--she was delightful. So he went up to her and gave her one of his balloons, a purple one. That was the start of a beautiful relationship.
Then one day they had an argument. He stormed out, but quickly realized his stupidity. He didn't want to spoil the best thing he had ever found. He put on white face, a sad clown face with tears streaming down his face. He rang her doorbell and knelt down. When she opened the door, there he was. He handed her the largest purple balloon ever.
I loved that part--the whimsy and the genuineness of his apology/proposal.
It was nearing the end of the afternoon and the signing was just about over. At the moment there was no one in line. I heard the door open and I looked up. There Sam was, holding a single glorious deep purple balloon.
Hi, Heather. I hope you don't mind if my story is exceedingly short.
My boyfriend Sam and I had just had a break-up, and I was heartbroken. I had hoped that he was the one. But I had to continue living. I had a book signing that afternoon for my latest romance novel. The cover's theme was purple balloons because that was my favorite part of the story.
OK, you can stop here. Or you can continue.
A man named Rufus, the protagonist, worked as a clown at the circus. He had trouble finding romance. No woman could take him seriously when he told them he was a clown. At least the ones he was interested in. Then one day during the matinee performance he saw a woman in the stands, laughing and clapping enthusiastically. He enjoyed watching her--she was delightful. So he went up to her and gave her one of his balloons, a purple one. That was the start of a beautiful relationship.
Then one day they had an argument. He stormed out, but quickly realized his stupidity. He didn't want to spoil the best thing he had ever found. He put on white face, a sad clown face with tears streaming down his face. He rang her doorbell and knelt down. When she opened the door, there he was. He handed her the largest purple balloon ever.
I loved that part--the whimsy and the genuineness of his apology/proposal.
It was nearing the end of the afternoon and the signing was just about over. At the moment there was no one in line. I heard the door open and I looked up. There Sam was, holding a single glorious deep purple balloon.
The stories can be any length you want. This is such a cute story!!!