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Write about a character who decides to give themselves, or someone else, a fashion makeover.

Posted in Fluff on Oct 26, 2022

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A Bright Red Lipstick Smile

Submitted to Contest #145

Tilda pulled the tablecloth out of the trashcan located behind her house. She lifted the long, gold and red linen to her face and rubbed it to her cheek, enjoying the soft fabric against her skin for a moment. “Mama?” she hollered to Mama through the ripped screened door leading to the kitchen. “Don’t go yellin’ at me like that Til,” Mama yelled back, “I’m tryin’ to cook ya’ll dinner.” “What’s this tablecloth doin’ in the trashbin?” Tilda queried, dragging the heavy cloth behind her as she walked into the kitchen, slamming the back...

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Making Peace

Submitted to Contest #145

I am always on the move. I meet a lot of people. Today my first patient is a man called Thomas. Not the brightest bulb by any means. He’s smiling at me as he talks about purity. I nod along. I believe in purity as well, just not the same kind. He talks about purity of blood. He flaunts bruised knuckles.            Thomas likes to fight. I can see the glow of hunger in his eyes when he talks about hurting people he thinks of as impure. He wants more than that. He asks if I do as well...

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Darkest Before the Dawn

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Trigger warning: Transphobia and mention of suicidal ideationA lot can happen in a year.For example: Around this time last December I spent a good ten minutes trekking through rows of sleek polyester suits and shiny Oxford shoes at Men's Wearhouse, searching for a Christmas gift for my younger brother, Justin. Today, I'm trudging endlessly through Macy's, fingering floral blouses and nylon bras and yoga pants, trying to find something for my younger sister, Dawn. They're the same person, Justin and Dawn.We discovered that last month at our p...

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The Dearly Departed

Submitted to Contest #145

There was only one thing Gerald loved more than a roaring bonfire and that was the thrill of watching an outsider overtake a favourite on the final furlong. Gerald Gerrison, or ‘G.G.’ as Joan nicknamed him due to his obsession, spent his weekdays in one of two locations. She’d find him either burning garden debris whilst mulling over current form or applauding the thunder of hooves on the racecourse’s finish line. #Gerald retired at fifty and with few pressing commitments; he could choose how to spend his time. He’d made his money after...

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A long drive to happy.

Submitted to Contest #145

If I bring you breakfast whilst you’re in bed, a simple “thank you” would be sufficient. None of this “How did you get into my house?” bollocks. You didn’t even compliment me on the fluffy eggs nor the sizzled-to-perfection sausages. I had to drive three hours just to find the perfect smoky marinated sauces for the dish, you ungrateful bitch! And yes, I know I screwed up a little on the mushrooms. They were burnt, and I guess I tend to be quite salt happy. But that doesn’t mean you are allowed to be ungrateful for my kind gesture. Oh, and ...

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I am The Crow

Submitted to Contest #145

{The names of the guilty have been changed to protect them from the innocent.}Brandon Lee was dead. An accident they said. Having been around guns since I was old enough to point my finger and say POW! I wasn't sure I believed it. A loaded gun is that, loaded. A live round is an ominous thing to hold. It vibrates with the confined kinetic energy it contains. The graceful flow of the trigger sear releasing the firing pin feels like poetry until the powder ignites. BANG! One has to train themselves not to flinch and pull off target. The best m...

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The Human Project.

Submitted to Contest #145

I remember just sitting there, painting my nails atop my desk when she walked into the classroom. “she” had brown hair with ratty curls tangled together, baggy black ripped jeans, an ACDC t-shirt, and a black baseball cap that she was wearing backward! She looked like someone who belonged at a skate park by the beach, not the nicest private school in malibu! Besides, where was her uniform? I decided right then and there that I was gonna make her one of us. By us, I meant us. The “It clique” If you will. I don’t quite know what I was thinking...

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It's Called Fashion, Look it Up

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"Look at this one!" My mom and her friend were sitting at the big table where we sometimes eat dinner when Grandma and Grandpa come over, giggling together. "And this one!" My mom snorted "Have you ever seen something so ridiculous?" "It's called fashion," her friend said snootily. "Look it up." "What's so funny Mama?" I asked. "We're looking at the-" But the rest of her words disappeared as I caught sight of what was on the computer screen. Men and women strutted down a red carpet, wearing the most glamourous clothes I had ever see...

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Fashionable Gains

Submitted to Contest #145

Content Warning: This story contains themes related to eating disorders/disordered eating. Maricela stepped onto the scale and took a deep inhale while she waited for the final number to register. 130 lbs, 4 oz “Oh my God. I did it!” For years Maricela struggled with disordered eating. Growing up, she was always referred to as “chubby” and while her family saw this as an endearing quality, middle and high schoolers weren’t so kind. The first time Maricela remembers being bullied for her weight she was 13-years-old. It sounds cliche, ...

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Petal

Submitted to Contest #145

“Hey Arthur, you're gonna come to the arcade tonight?” Arthur’s friends called out to him as he stumbled out his classroom door, struggling to put on his backpack. He turned away from them and started rapidly walking down the hall, as fast as he could without getting in trouble with a passing teacher. “Sorry guys! I have plans! Maybe Saturday!” He called over his shoulder just before getting out of earshot. He faced forward just in time to narrowly dodge someone coming the other way. “Sorry!” He called out to them, not even stopping to see...

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Makeover

Submitted to Contest #145

“I want to become a model.” “You want to become a model?” “Yes.” “Do you own a mirror?” “Yes…” “Have you ever used it?” A miffed look. “What? I’m being practical.” “I look great, George.” “Sure. If you say so.” A deep sigh. “Well, what should I do?” “Don’t look like you do. You won’t be able to get anywhere the way you look right now. You must understand, Kiran, that in this industry, hard work is not the key to success. Looks are. You need a makeover. Take your specs off.” “Maybe I should. I wouldn’t be able to see...

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Hats

Submitted to Contest #145

                                 HATS In the movie “You’ve Got Mail” Meg Ryan once said that hats were “always a mistake”, maybe she did add ….almost. I have to disagree with that. Whole heartedly. Hats can be anything from a statement, to the whole story. Some of the most important men in my life, my Dad and brothers, have never been seen …awake…at least, without their hats. I...

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Bathtub Shine

Submitted to Contest #145

Note: This story contains mentions of race and violence. Harlem, 1926 I looked dazzling. My heavily made-up face and short finger-curls made me glamorous and chic, the cosmetics catapulting my looks from plain to striking. “Sienna, you’re up,” Iva, the manager of the dancers, told me as I applied my scarlet lipstick, the final touch for the effect I wanted. A full-figured, dark-skinned woman, Iva hailed from Charleston. For some reason, she refused to cut or straighten her long, course hair, and instead opted for styles from the previou...

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The Makeover

Submitted to Contest #145

Dell Hastings sat on stool in the dark room. The single naked bulb overhead offered a weak light that illuminated his features. Everything else remained in shadow. Dell smiled. He'd once been considered handsome. His smiles provoked warm feelings in others. But now? They three most obvious scars on Dell's face you could see from across a banquet hall. They looked like giant, flesh toned centipedes had taken residence there. One ran down from his left temple, across his eye and ended near his nose. A second ran a jagged course across his fo...

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Hell Bent for Leather

Submitted to Contest #145

“Hell Bent for Leather”Ginny rolled down the runway with her walker. It was very expensive and had been guaranteed to hold up to 500 pounds. The wood framed catwalk also seemed to be reliable enough to hold at least five normal size models - about the equivalent of Gin and her walker.Her hesitancy to trust such promises rose out of the murky pools of experience.Ginny’s biggest fear was that the walker would buckle under her weight at some inopportune moment. She knew from the past, that this could be physically painful and excruciatingly emb...

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