Posts Tagged ‘Revenge’
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.
Aug
Inheritence
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Chet’s father was mercilessly slain by the evil usurper. Chet himself was spared, spirited away to a remote hideaway where he was raised with only one aspiration: revenge.
Chet never knew his father. Not his face, not his voice, not even the tenor of his character. He was just the postulation of a father, present in his life simply as the motivation for retribution.
Nor did Chet know anything about the evil usurper. There was no map to lead Chet to his kingdom. No instructions on how to defeat the evil scourge. There was simply the name: Congenital Heart Disease.
May
Moby Dick; Or, The Rabbit
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Some said we merely followed orders. Others, the whims of a madman. I knew we chased a ghost.
We followed down the hole, and past that infernal tea party. We would circle around perdition’s flames before he would give him up.
It was Ahab’s singular obsession. To forever pursue the white rabbit that had trespassed onto his vegetable patch one autumn night so many years ago.
We heard him rant from the back of our carriage deep into the night.
“From hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Ye damned rabbit.”
May
The Jedi Bride
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The chase came to a sudden end when the Dark Lord found himself cornered.
“My name is Luke Skywalker. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
Light sabers flashed. Young Skywalker struck the Dark Lord’s shoulder.
“My name is Luke Skywalker. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
With all his foul tricks exhausted, the Dark Lord succumbed to his younger adversary, screaming in pain as his hand was severed from his arm.
“My name is Luke Skywalker. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
“Obi-wan never told you what happened to your father. Luke, I am your father.”
“Noooooooooo!”