Trifecta Prompt – Crude – (warning – violent content)


So it’s been a little while since I’ve written anything.  A lot of stuff going on and I was honestly just a bit of a breather over the summer.  Let’s get back to it shall we.  

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I watched them hack him into pieces that no longer looked like they came from a human and shove them into their mouths.  Their tools were crude misshapen gouges of nearly black iron, and I knew by the grunts that accompanied their thrashing blows that they were not sharp.  The jagged metal was tearing more than it was slicing. Continue reading

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A Place to Rest Your Head – 33 word prompt


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Down the wheezing stairs–to the right, the moth-eaten sack hangs on a hook.  Every night I crowd into the moldy burlap and hug my knees until my stomach aches me to sleep.

My prompt came from Trifecta Writing Challenge.  

 

Ecstasy – Flash Fiction from Prompt


                A crowd was forming at the base of the mottled granite plinth.  The stone was reminiscent of black-eyed peas, the beige and black slopped together in a way that was both elegant and nauseating.  In the space above the slab was a shape covered in a stark sheet.

Murmurs had begun to spread among the gathering, everywhere at once the question was being asked:

“What is it?”

No one person quite knew what the answer was but all minds were pitched against the question that hung around and clung to each of them like a grasping fog.  The curiosity was thick, creating a stew of unease and expectation.  Continue reading

100 word prompt – Wall


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It is grey here.  It is always grey here.  On the other side I’m sure there are days filled with yellow and green.  I can feel the faded reflections under my fingertips.  I can sometimes hear things from the other side.  Not like the gaping shrieks that fill the yawning nights.  Different sounds.  They make my palms itch and my neck sweat, frightened. If only I were taller I could maybe see the things making the sounds.  Or see the yellow and green.  But this side is grey.  This side will always be grey.  What else could it be?

This is based on the prompt walls and a 100 word writing about that prompt.  follow the link here to see what I’m talking about/

That’s all I can remember.


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That’s all I can remember.

Showing up fifteen minutes early to make sure I didn’t miss you.

Standing in front of La Forchetta alone. Checking my watch. Making small talk with the valets.

Their blue vests, red ties, white shirts, and neatly creased black slacks.

Looking for and seeing a dozen red dresses. You said you’d wear a red dress.

The dress because I could only imagine how great you would look in red. Continue reading

A Prequel To: The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth.


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It’s been a great couple of days for writing.  I got a prompt from another blog I stumbled across Master Class  the prompt was “Desperation had given him authority.”  It reminded me of my recent story about Gregorim, so I thought I’d expand on the universe a bit.  Let me know what you think :).  Here’s a link to the other story 

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The flames licked at the edges of his vision.  Smoke hung thick in the air, carrying with it the smell of burning wood and flesh alike.  His mind was frenzied.  His breaths came in ragged choked gasps.  His eyes stung with the combination of smoke and tears.

He hadn’t meant for it to go so far.  He hadn’t meant to do all of this.

He gaze drifted from the husk of one building to the next.  The shells of what used to be homes and shops leering at him, flames staring from behind the empty sockets of their sagging window-frames.  There was no movement in the streets aside from the hungry fire.  The screams had stopped.  The only thing to be heard was his own heart, sounding like an army of angry blacksmiths, destroying his ears.  The time passed with the slow crawl of tar on a cold day.  He was numb.

Finally he looked down at his hands.  They were covered in blood so thick it looked black.  His once white clothing was also mostly reddish-black.  He let his focus slip for a moment, at his feet were three torn and battered shapes.

Small shapes.

Children. Continue reading

A Serbian Film – Rating: B+


 

First off let me say that this movie is in no way for the feint of heart.  Dealing with the darkest subject matter I personally have ever seen, (and trust me I have subjected my mind and eyes to some over-the-top-awful stuff) this movie will be sure to shock even the most jaded of the horror crowd.  All of the dialogue in the movie is entirely in Serbian, meaning you’ll be reading throughout the film, and is properly placed in one of the most violence torn countries in the world for such a dark piece of fiction. Continue reading