Posts Tagged ‘Blood’
Jun
Whispers
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Caspar would hear the whispers as soon as he closed his eyes. At first they seemed related to his dreams, but gradually they became detached, having nothing to do with his REM cycles.
The whispers were not kind. They commanded him to murder his family. Caspar wanted to ignore them, but as their stridency increased, he eventually relented.
When the police found him covered in blood and surrounded by corpses, Caspar claimed that it was God who was whispering to him. The jury agreed, and he was eventually set free.
You see, God was whispering to the jurors as well.
Apr
Dueling Perspectives
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I stumble down the street.
Everything about that night is pretty hazy.
There’s no one around. I’m completely alone.
But I couldn’t have imagined the gunshot. If everything else was a dream, that was real.
I look down to see if I’ve been shot. There’s blood on my hands.
I don’t remember seeing a gun. They said the gun was mine, but I don’t remember having one.
I don’t know where the man came from, but he’s lying on the ground.
I didn’t know until later he was sleeping with my wife.
The man is dead.
The man was dead.
The Daily Theme from Figment for April 3, 2012
Choose a significant incident in your life. The incident should be discreet, with a beginning, middle, and end (a date, a car accident, a major embarrassment). Tell the story of the incident by moving between two points of view–your perspective at the time of the incident and your perspective now. How are these two different? How does shifting between them affect the telling? Try to use these shifts in POV to show how your feelings about the event have changed over time.
Jul
This Isn’t Happening
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The man shambled into town. He was weak from exhaustion and covered in blood, though the lack of obvious wounds suggested it might not be his own. A few of the townspeople recognized him as coming from the neighboring community a few miles to the west.
“Everyone’s dead. I’m the only survivor.”
“What happened?”
“It was the trees. The attacked us. But not physically. They did something to our minds, made everyone go crazy. People started killing themselves. It was awful.”
“I don’t mean to make light of your situation, but that sounds exactly like the worst movie ever made.”
Apr
The Brassy Blood
by profadamworth in 100 Words
The following is a warning to all those who get bad mileage:
Out on the ocean, liquid misery Kingdom of whale lords Kingdom of spite Beyond all freedom, right or knowing Beyond all but winter, arrested night, There is a bulwark of rock and metal A stock of madness between sea and sky That pillars the halls of mighty morning That clothes the dry emperors in their lieOut on the ocean, the laughter is growing It dances on coastlines It lingers in mists The coal-hearted kobold has waited and waited But soon will collect the blood payments we’ve missed