Don’t you just love these?
Choose one or more of the titles below and fashion a poem or story around it
A Fairytale with a Very Bad End
The Scarlet Temple
Shadow Puppet
An Unavoidable Encounter
Cracked Facade
I is an Illusion
Famished: An Unrelenting Silence
Festering Roots
7 Years
Ineffable
Unable to get her usual brand of shampoo, Cassi had opted for an alternative guaranteed to bring out the natural beauty of your hair.
The instructions for use were the same as anything else, and she had to admit it lathered well and smelt wonderful.
She had an important date tonight and grinned at herself in the mirror as she put the finishing touches to her makeup. Her hair looked amazing!
Sitting at the bar, Joel watched her with a strange expression on his face.
‘Anything wrong?’ Cassie asked, tossing her glorious mane behind her shoulder.
God, he was such a catch! And rich with it. Life with him was going to be full of parties, fast cars, and exotic holidays.
‘No, I don’t think so. You just look………….. different.’
Dragging him up on the dance floor, she started to swing with the rhythm.
Her hair fell in front of her face and he thought it was actually an improvement. The figure was gorgeous with legs that went on forever but her face, pinched with greed and conceit, spoiled the image. He had been attracted to her by her lovely long hair, and suddenly realised that was what was different.
As she continually pushed it out of her eyes, it just kept falling in front of them, and it seemed to be getting longer. And longer, until it was almost down to her knees.
She was beginning to get frantic in her movements, reaching out to him in fear and saying she couldn’t see. Surprisingly, nobody seemed to notice.
Suddenly it changed direction and began to climb up her torso.
She felt it twining itself around her waist, her wrists, her neck, binding her in her crowning glory.
Grabbing hold of a hank of hair, Joel hacked at it with a knife. It fell away in his hand.
He sliced through another mass, and another until finally her hair lay in an untidy heap on the floor.
He quite liked the spikey look on her as she collapsed sobbing against him, the first genuine action in their relationship.
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pensitivity101 
Oooh clever use of both the title and image! I have a mass of hair myself so I imagine there are nights when my husband is being attacked/semi suffocated where he suspects it might be alive lol
Many thanks for your comment. Mine’s a bit like that too, and Hubby loves to tie it to my glasses!
I sometimes tie my hair together to get it out of my face, just the fronts bits haha
Hmmm saying the hair fell in front of her face making her look better says something doesn’t it….a bit like telling someone they look better from behind….but you did give us a hint of a happier ending Di….good response to that title…and I agree they are all so tempting to write on.
Haha! Joel didn’t like the conceited face, but loved her hair………. and then he hacked it all off!
How about that Natalie Portman look from “V for Vendetta?”
Good film James!