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Snippets

These bits are built off of prompts that others have posted. I’m keeping them here to have a simple place to organize them.

13 January 2013 From Today’s Author, micro-writing prompt #9 (use Moonlight, Translucent and Sapphire in a sentence, paragraph or poem)

The three of us sat around the table, drinking ourselves to a stupor to hopefully forget the events of the night before. Unfortunately, the moonlight shone on the glasses around the table, refracting in their translucent surfaces and created a disco-ball-esque mosaic on the table that only served to remind us further. Her sapphire eyes were embedded in my mind; the horror would not fade. Not tonight. Likely as not, not ever.

2 December 2012 I was trying to help a friend out of a writing slump and challenged her to write for 15 minutes in either suspense, horror or romance with the following three words: Cabinet, Hardening and Conditioning. Since it is no fun to challenge someone and not write myself, here’s what I had come up with:

I had left the front door unlocked when I left earlier in the day, so it was of no big surprise to find the front door completely open when I got home. Surely Janet had just come home and had forgotten to close it behind her. She probably had been carrying in the groceries and putting them away in the cabinet. That seemed like a reasonable enough explanation.

However, once I pulled in the driveway and got out of the car, I realized that it could not be that simple. There was nothing concrete that I could pinpoint when I first got out, nothing immediate, but as I got closer to the door, the walkway became more and more discolored. It was as if someone had poured some pink-red conditioning all over the stones in places. It was only after I crossed the threshold however that I realized that it must have been blood.

I had nothing to defend myself with except for my car keys and a tiny baton that was attached to them that was supposedly the first line of defense in a life or death situation. I was a little more comfortable using my keys quite frankly, but they were a gift, and I wasn’t going to tell Janet that a hardened criminal wouldn’t balk at it at all.

Inside, the house was mostly silent. I could hear some water running, though it was fairly far off and I realized that it probably was either the kitchen sink or the bathroom sink. The bathroom was just off the side of the kitchen, so either one was probably likely.

“Janet?” I called out. Given how much blood was on the floor, congealing, hardening, I didn’t have much hope that she was still alive. I really didn’t know why I didn’t just turn tail and run really. What the hell was I going to do if the murderer was here still?

There was a shuffle of movement, again, towards the kitchen. I contemplated making a run for the upstairs since I knew there was a phone up there, but it seemed more likely that I’d be able to make it to the car than to the phone. And of course, if I did pick up the phone what was preventing the intruder from cutting the line. And that’s if it wasn’t cut already.

Mind made up, I bolted out of there and got halfway to the car before I heard a familiar voice.

“Jim! Stop!”

It was Janet. Thank God!

I screeched to a halt and whipped around. There she was in the doorway. She looked terrible. She was covered head-to-toe in blood from the looks of things and a knife was in her hand. She looked like she belonged in a butcher shop.

“Jim, come here. You’ve got to help me with this?”

Her beckoning call was unsettling. Even though I was glad she was alive, something clearly wasn’t right.

“What happened? Why are you covered in… in…” I couldn’t finish.

“Blood. It’s blood Jim”

“Okay, so why are you covered in it?”

“It would be better if I just showed you. Come on.”

I backed away. She had snapped. She was some diabolical murderer. I had been sleeping with her in my bed for the last five years and now she was a murderer. I could have done worse I suppose. But I wasn’t going back into the house with her. Not without a police escort and her in handcuffs or in a straight jacket. No. No way.

I had backed into the car and fumbled for the handle to the door. She started to come out of the house and I noticed there was something else in her hand. Something black from the looks of things.

Oh god. It’s a gun.

I turned away from her to try to get at the door. I found it finally and wrenched it as hard as I could, but there was nothing for it. She was on me. I could almost feel her breath on my shoulder.

“It’s okay Jim. Don’t worry. I’ll treat you much better. Come on. It’s almost dinner time. I wouldn’t want you to go hungry.”

“What… what are you going to do with me?” I stammered. I was scared out of myself, but I wasn’t going to just walk in there blindly. What the hell had happened to Janet? She was my wife. She wasn’t supposed to be some murderer. Really. I loved her and this was no way to go about living…

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