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Writing Prompts #9

I know, I know, I didn't put any up today, DON'T SHOOT!!!

It was a busy day, but here are SEVEN for tomorrow:

25.    No one ever suspected him. He had the kind of face everyone trusted. You were the only one who saw. And when you told, it was clear no one believed you . . .
26.
He jumped at me and I …
27.
    An executive, a wino, and a florist are stuck in an elevator...
28.
    A short story about a kid and his suspicions about the guy next door, who is tall, pale, and has weird eyes.
29.
    Write a story involving a squirrel, some dental floss, duct tape, and ending with the words “and that’s how I saved the world and my ass.”
30.
    She stood, pressed against the wall, listening with pleasure to the laughter of the children. Tears swelled in her eyes as she remembered…
31.
26 word story where every word begins with a different letter of the alphabet.

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iamnny
Mar. 26th, 2008 03:27 am (UTC)
#25
So it didn't come out quite like that of the prompt, but that prompt certainly inspired this. And, I might mention, I'm in a writer's block type of mode right now, so I'm trying to just write and not worry so much about whether it's good or not, but here goes:

I saw the broken limbs and scattered entrails sprawled across the dull, expanding concrete. Her face was gone; it was so quickly rubbed into an incoherent, blendered sludge of unripe flesh, with chunks of hair thrown around carelessly, but the jaw tucked neatly in place, although broken and twisted and with teeth removed. A crowd had surfaced -- a sickly, disturbed crowd--to examine the carnage before a sheet could cover her.

You were staring out the window, down at the rubble. I saw you.

I found you sitting on the bed, too calm, sort of giggling under your panting breath, mumbling, "Him him him."

Sirens echoed through the damp autumn heat. I stuck my head out the dusty window in time to see the white cotton being spread across her emotionless face. They looked skyward and caught my uneven expression.

I heard rushing and panic and a sinister joy pound up the old, familiar stairs.

I whispered a cliche, "Do you realize what you have done?"

But you could only grin and repeat, "Him him him."

The twist of the inevitable doorknob resonated through the stark, dowdy room. Two uniformed men entered as we both knew would happen, and you huddled there stupidly, with your fist to your lips, saying, "Him him him him him him."

I was chained and led past the ruins, and I could have sworn I heard you laughing as they knocked out the rest of the poor girl's teeth.
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