His Perfection (Prose)

Something else I wrote in creative writing! It was a prompt for our journal at the beginning of class. I hope you like it!
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It’s perfect. There is no flaw in his creation. He holds his breath, not moving a muscle. On his toes, he shuffles backwards, now keeping his breath shallow. Ever so slowly, he walks over to the coffee table. He reaches for the camera; then turns it on. He jumps as it makes a noise that means it’s turning on. Quickly, he looks at his masterpiece, as if the noise disturbed it. It deserves a picture before anything happens to it. Aiming his camera to take the perfect the picture of the perfect work of genius, he zooms in some. Whoosh! The door behind his work slams open, and his younger sister runs in. Gasping, he tries to tell her to stop running, but it’s too late. His five foot house of cards has been knocked down.

 

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I'm Ivie. An aspiring writer. A dreamer. A lover. A young woman. Just trying to find my way in the world.
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