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68-122 words. "...rough and scratchy..."
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They gathered around the Captain’s desk and looked at the
rough and scratchy photograph. Each one
pointed at a different section and shouted out their questions,
“Is that a shoe?”
“Is he alone?”
“Didn’t Tom Cruise do this in a movie?”
“I heard he was gay, is that true?”
Quietly at the back, Officer Andrews smiled, glad that he
had turned his head before she snapped the shot. (68)
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The door slammed and clothes hit the floor in desperation. Determined to escape rational thought, she took
him in and tasted anger for the first time.
The tequila-fired need pulled them up the stairs until she collapsed,
pulling his pale fetid flesh to her. She
needed his weight, his gravity, to crush her into oblivion, to drive away the confusion
and pain. She held him close and felt his clumsy penetrating thrusts tear at
long forgotten spaces. “Harder” she
yelled at the darkness that surrounded them, but his body failed him, failed
her, and she pushed him hard back down the stairs until he slumped bleeding in
the corner. In the sickening quiet, the rough
and scratchy carpet seduced her to sleep. (122)
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This is an unsettling picture, so I found unsettling words. (May 15) I may come back if the mood changes.
If you want to get unsettled yourself, go here.
5 comments:
That pic definitely can lead to some odd thoughts. Provocative and at the same time disconcerting. I love that you offered up 2 different theories for it each unique. Really like the last one, except for the pushing him off and him bleeding part OUCH
Wow! Two vastly different takes here. Though we didn't get "unsettling" off the picture - more, "What the hell's going on here, exactly, and why's the picture so fuzzy?" - we can see how you did.
the picture just didn't speak to me as most of them do, it seemed disconnected and off and so my writing went that direction. It probably didn't help that I wrote it at 1:00 in the morning, and in about 15 minutes.
My mood of the moment dictates a lot of my work.
And i'm in a bad mood frequently....
Not one of your best, but then again that pic was a pain. I think the first one summed it up rather well.
You are right my dear, I still have no idea what the picture is of, actually...
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