Java Chip Frappuccinos

Here's my first attempt at a 50-word story!

This story was inspired during a long walk from Terminal 2 to Terminal 1 in Chicago O'Hare airport. There's a pretty interesting neon light sculpture in the tunnel linking those 2 terminals. The lights range from green to orange to purple. The whole thing is hanging above the walk-alator so you can look up at it. And there's some sort of music playing. It's one of those things that is supposed to have a very 'deep' meaning. Anyway, I was walking on the walk-alator, holding a Starbucks coffee, and suddenly thought of this story. Not very nice one la, but hey, can't expect much from an exhausted person waiting for her 4th delayed flight in 2 days.

I read that there's a competition by some newspaper (I think it's New York Times, but am not sure). This competition asks people to submit stories that are 50 and ONLY 50 words long, then the best stories are published. I read 2 examples, they are very very good. It is so hard to write concisely while retaining every point you want to make. Which is why the story below has a lot of missing points.

Btw, the story was not meant to be 50 words long only. But then I got tired of the story halfway through, ran out of ideas and decided people might ask me questions about it if it was too detailed. Plus I don't want another story as long as 'Elena-the-witch'. So anyway, after a super long-winded explanation of my story, here goes...


She loved Frappuccinos. He drank Espressos only and disliked Frappuccinos. They met in New York. A month later, she fell for him. He was attached, so she left for San Francisco. She couldn't forget him. She started drinking Espressos for the memories. One day they met again.

He was holding a Frappuccino.


Yes yes, corny I know.

风中的哀悼

后来还是走了。

一时狠下心来， 说走就走。

或许忙得什么都没时间想， 所以我的决定能坚持到现在。

也或许没有时间， 所以还没有好好的哀悼一下。

我自己觉得过得还好， 可是却会在外面径自发呆。

脾气比平时还要难以捉摸， 一时沉默寡言， 一时又很多话。

你还会习惯性地在晚上跟我说声晚安。

有些话我们不说了， 可时彼此还没到客客气气寒嘘几句的地步。

我想， 我还会依靠你， 直到你自己放手的那一天。

我们用泪用心用坚持换回来的点点滴滴， 如今就记忆在我们心中。

你走进我生活的第一天， 犹如往湖中间丢了一粒小石子。

波澜慢慢往外移， 我的规律也慢慢变。

但和最后又恢复平静的湖不一样的， 是从此我不会变回以前的我。

我永远都爱你， 只是我不是爱情万能主义者。

也许多几个月， 我们又会在一起了。

可是我有一种感觉， 有一天， 我们还是会分的。

四年的风风雨雨， 分分离离，注定了我们的生活永远都会纠缠着。

因为我们是两只跳不完舞的蝴蝶。