How Many Words Is A Picture Worth?

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Just how many words is a picture worth? 

Ten?

Hundred?

Thousand?

Ten thousand?

Hundred thousand?

Million?

Who can say, until they test it?

Foreword

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Table of Contents

B1A4 -

​          One of the worst things about living in an over-crowded city?

            Hailing a taxi.

            So guess what I was stuck doing?

            Hailing a taxi.

            “TAXI!” I shouted another time, waving my arm over the street. Finally, a taxi stopped a bit down the street ahead of me. At least it had seen me and stopped. I ran for the car, pulling the door open and jumping into the car.

            After I closed the door, I dropped my bag on the floor of the car and leaned down to reach for it.

            Odd, I was sure I only had one bag… I looked up.

            “AH!” We screamed in unison, jumping and hitting our foreheads against each other. “Ow!” We groaned in unison, mirroring expressions of pain and rubbing our foreheads.

 

B.A.P. -

​            This was the worst thing anyone had ever made them do.

              If it weren’t for the fact that Yong Guk was so close to them both, they would never have agreed to what he requested of them, let alone what he ended up making them do.

            In one request, Yong Guk broke both of their defenses. And they couldn’t say no to their closest friend, could they?

            That was, of course, before Yong Guk told them the second and third parts of his request.

            The initial request to Sapphire was to stand model for Yong Guk because he felt the desire to draw.

            The primary request to Himchan was to help Yong Guk with a project.

 

 

Big Bang -

            He thought he’d come close to a butterfly and tripped, landing on the soft grass with cute giggles suited to a young child bearing much too much energy and happiness. He’d looked up and voila! Seung Mi was standing in front of him.

           He liked to say he said something cool. Something suave, something amazing.

           Something besides, “ Who are you?”

           She’d giggled too.

 

 

DBSK - 

​            “Impossible.”

               “Possible.”

            “Impossible!” Yunho shook his head, a small frown etched onto his face. “There is no way – “

            “Is that a challenge?”

            My friend raised an eyebrow daringly, leaning towards me on the bench. I didn’t back down from my firm position and he sighed, obviously already trying to weaken me. “What are my limits?”

            I bit my bottom lip, a small smile playing on the corner of my lips. “You have one week. No limits. Loser is slave to the other for a week.”

            As if contemplating the thought, Yunho’s head twitched the side just so and he smirked. “Should I buy you a collar? In pink, with jewels and sparkles.”

          “Buy what you want. It’ll be you that’s wearing it.”

 

EXO - 

            ​How could they have never noticed before? How could Jinhee and Kai have never known how well they fit together, how perfect it was just to be with the other? How perfectly one melded into the other's touch? 

 
               How could they not know?

             ​There was nothing they could get out of her, they realized, for as beautiful as her words on paper were, she would not release that same beauty to just anyone who asked.

 

            Just blunt words that barely cut the proverbial ‘it’.

 

            What was the point in wasting their breath?

 

Infinite -

 

             "The guy over there, Miji. Isn’t he just…beautiful?”

 

             A guy? “A guy?” I shook my head. “Way to get distracted.” But I looked anyway.

 

            And I had to admit, although I didn’t approve of the distraction, I definitely approved of their choice in guys. The guy they were pointing at had a really fair skin, smoldering dark eyes, carelessly ruffled hair, and a perfect dancer’s build. And to top it all off, those pink lips were smiling at us.

 

            “Should we ask him to come over?”

​           With a sigh, Monji sat up on the couch on which she had been sleeping and stretched her arms. Who would call her at this ungodly hour of four in the afternoon? 

 

          She reached over and picked up her phone. “Hello?” She muttered.

 

        “Monji! Sweetheart, I wanted to—Did you just wake up?”

 

          Monji nodded, and as if the caller was psychic (which she sometimes thought he was), he chuckled. “I’m sorry. Good morning, Monji.” He cooed softly. “Sleep well?”

 

 

MBLAQ - 

           "The first time I said ‘hello’ to her was the first time I met her.

            I couldn’t believe that old lady Kim actually had children, let alone grandchildren. But I guess everyone reigns at some point.
 
            I had been playing in the front yard while my mom was gardening. And it was then, a long black car came zooming out of nowhere into our quiet little neighborhood. It was the first time I had seen a long black car, and I distinctly remember thinking it was shiny."
 
 
SHINee - 

            ​To have skin as white as snow, you would look like you’d been trapped in a sunless room for more than half your life.

            To have lips as red as blood, you would look like a circus clown.

            And the hair as black as raven feathers would be absolutely dull, wouldn’t it? 

            Altogether, Snow White probably looked like a clown or a pantomime. Quite honestly, I never really thought clowns and pantomimes were extraordinarily beautiful, let alone ‘the fairest of the land’.

 

SS501 - 

            A light sensation – like a butterfly’s kiss – brushed against my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. I smiled softly, unable to suppress the happiness I felt bubbling up inside me from the sweet counter to the bitter light. I slowly opened my eyes to find myself drowning in pools of warm chocolate. “Hyun Joong…” I muttered softly, reaching an arm out, longing to feel his soft skin under my hands and know that this fairytale wasn’t a dream.

 

Super Junior -

           "I had almost forgotten.

           And I cursed myself for that. Over and over, cursing myself silently.

           Cursing myself as I freshened up, cursing myself as I tied up my hair, cursing myself as I dressed in the first thing I found in my drawers, cursing myself as I grabbed my things and ran for the store.

            How could I have forgotten? It was such a big day, a day I had been so ready for.

          Except, you know, I almost forgot the biggest part of it."

            He knew her. Sometimes, he knew her more than she knew herself.

 

Teen Top - 

            There seemed to be some sort of party tonight – or at least a large group of friends that decided to bombard the club. Most of the crowd – or well, all of the crowd – consisted of people in their late teens or early adulthood. Most of the drinks ordered were simple beers, small shots, or the occasional mulled wine. Nothing fancy.

            I was able to clean off and polish all of my glasses – or well, almost all of them, when a voice called me from behind the bar.

            “Yah, bartender guy.”

            Just because I wore the standard bartender uniform and had short hair, I somehow seemed to be easily mistaken for a guy.

            “What?” I asked, putting back the glass I was cleaning and picking up another one without turning around.

            “I…” The voice started the sound a little embarrassed. “I want to try something. What do you have?”

            I laughed again and tossed my towel onto the counter. “What’s the strongest drink you’ve had?”

            “A…sip of beer?”

            I did my best to hold in my laughs. So he was one of those innocent guys who wasn’t into the drinks and clubbing thing, but dragged into it by his friends.

 

UKISS - 

            I usually didn't care whether or not people remembered my birthday. It wasn't a big deal. But when they knew my birthday, remembered it, told me to meet them somewhere to celebrate, and then cancel because they didn't want to get out of bed; then I cared. And that was exactly what this boy sitting in front of me had done.

 

 

Other - 

           ​The sky was a sweet, soft velvety blue – dark blue, sprinkled with small, glittering crystals, and a large, round diamond. People said you could see pictures outlined in the sky, and as she stared up at the sky, she thought she could, too. But what she saw, was a clear image of him.

 

Pairings - 

​            She had been asked out by numerous men. She never said no to them – at least, not at first. She would simply smile and nod and let them think what they would while she thought things out, picking out their qualities and features and habits and thoughts. Then as they started to think she was theirs, she would bow her head with an angelic smile and depart with naught but a ghost of that glowing smile and a melodic rejection.

            No man interested her. And she had never gotten any farther with a man besides her quick analyzing and rejecting.

            That was, until...

            ​“Do you remem—“

             A pause.

            “Do I remember what?”

            She shook her head and closed her eyes. “No, nothing. Nevermind.”

           A small grin tugged at the side of his lips, and he gently squeezed their intertwined hands. “What were you going to say?”

          Taeyeon refused to open her eyes, but Leeteuk saw her closed eyelids flutter slightly as a smile graced her lips. “It’s nothing, really.”

         The smile on her face begged to differ, and Leeteuk knew that all too well. “Come on, now. Tell me what you were going to say.”

         She bit her lip. “That I love you?”

           ​Like most girls when they’re young and innocent, Miyoung believed in fairytales.

 

         Destiny, true love, soulmates, and a happily-ever-after.

 

        But, like many other girls when they grow up, Miyoung grew out of it. She realized that those things weren’t real.

 

       The closest Miyoung had ever come to a fairytale was her childhood favorite story of “Sleeping Beauty”.

 

      However, when she was alone, she liked to dream. And a girl could dream, couldn’t she?


 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't usually do a series of oneshots. But what can I say, that 'Start Writing' button is a real temptation. 

I hope you enjoy it!

The stories will be based off pictures that I find, or that anyone sends to me.

I suppose I'll take requests, as long as you send a picture. And no, I don't mean of your idol.

 

Credits to MusicChibi, TiaraL and their shop, The Party Scene Graphic Shop

They did amazing, don't you think? ;D ♥

RaspberryTaffy
Credits and lots of love to MusicChibi for the beautiful poster and background!!! ♥ I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU!

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sapphire_flower
#1
Chapter 19: i can't see the conection between the picture and the story >~<
sapphire_flower
#2
Chapter 18: wow~ I never expected a chapter that would only end up with less than 300 words but still.. I love your writing. n_n
painful--doubleyou
#3
Chapter 14: At first I thought this was gonna be a message about you having writer's block or something. Glad it wasn't that! This is so freaking adorable, man! That's really all I have to say. This is just too cute. <3
sapphire_flower
#4
Chapter 13: Homygosh! That was so sweet and yet so romantic.. In some way..
But just curious here... Who is in that pic? Is it really kai? -_-a
rickyy #5
Chapter 4: I like your writing. ouo;;