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Nagemx Junior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 14 |
I wrote this because I was inspired by my linguistics professor. I know it needs work, but I had to write down what my brain's reaction was to her droning monotone. Sorry, prof, but it makes it really hard to listen. Breakin’ Out The tapping began at around 1:00. Sharp pecks, furious and frantic. The enclosing surface was chipping, the thin, separating film worn away long ago. Through the great, outer forests, urgent beams of light shone through. More points appeared, and the vicious woodpecker strikes staccatoed against the walls until exaltation! *** The body lay, a sodden mess. Shards of skull lay in congealing pools of blood. The longish once-brown hair was rusty, matted with tangy-smelling blood clots, and was scattered wide, the body’s own shrapnel. The fat man in the yellowed wife-beater ‘urped’ a noxious cloud and arched his neck toward the notepad in the long-coat’s hand. The long-coat cringed inwardly as the fat one unceremoniously reached into his sweat pants to scratch. Unwittingly, he wondered if the fat one’s hand now housed more or fewer germs post genital adjustment. Ah, the mind is a many-splendored thing. Choking down his nausea, barely concealing his disgust, the long-coat forced that vile thought to the back of his mind, forcing his professionalism to shine through. His bright, glittering, stony eyes focused in on the fat one again. “Yeah, man, it was disgusting. His head just exploded, you know? There was **** flying everywhere. It was funny as **** when some of it hit that old lady, you know? She just wouldn’t stop screaming! I’m surprised she made it back inside her house, the way she was screamin’ and tearin’ at her hair. She came out later, and just went back to her gardening. I don’t think she remembers a thing. Amazing what shock can do to a person, aye? How completely they can block things out.” The long-coat’s pen paused for a moment, and he glanced over at the woman in crouched in her pansies, whistling and cheerfully pulling weeds. Her shirt was still damp, and slightly stained from where the blood had landed, but she was completely oblivious to the body lying just outside her white picket fence. From the sugary scene, his eyes drifted toward the insect life converging on the corpse. He noticed horseflies digging into the open pools of blood, slurping up this lucky meal. Finally he noticed the painfully apparent something that had been nagging him. He strode toward the body, and crouched over the shattered head. Inside the cavity, he saw flies buzzing around, digging into the ripe flesh, laying eggs, crawling over the torn optic nerves, but nowhere did he see gray matter. Not a scrap of brain anywhere! He examined the area, but it was futile. Just an empty, rotting cavity. *** Not 30 feet away, the mutant brain lay peacefully under a rhododendron bush, happily shaded. Its spear-tentacles dug happily into the soft mulch, and it let out a soft mewling noise. The old woman looked over at it and smiled. “Nice kitty. Mommy’s so happy you found her” and she turned back to her pansies. Never regret |
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Wendy Flora Member
since 2000-01-11
Posts 182Virginia |
Yay! Another powerful hit for you, as well. I love how your weird, sick, twisted mind works... 'kind of reminds me of my own...  -wen"Well she wants to live her life, then she thinks about her life... Pulls her hair back as she screams, I don't really want to live this life!" -Train "Meet Virginia" |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
What an odd tale! Definetly well written and intriguing though! Looks like his imagination got away from him... enjoyed the read! In flames I shall not be consumed, but reborn. -- Abrahm Simons |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
LOL, loved this piece of morbid humor!!! |
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