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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2014 5:15:42 GMT
Your works of fictional literature in any genre and any perspective, with gimmicks, formatting and whatever you want. The only requirement is that, it should be 500 words or lower. Use writtenkitten.net for checking word count. I'll start.
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“Jim?” came a voice from downstairs.
My body felt heavy. I did not want to get up.
“Jim?” the voice sounded urgent.
What time was it? I opened my eyes and looked at the clock on my side table. Five o’ clock exactly. Ugh, why was my mom awake at this hour? I struggled to get out of bed. She probably needed to go somewhere early. It’s just the two of us after all, since my dad died of a heart attack a month ago.
“Jim?” was the third call.
“I’m up!” I grumbled.
Still half-asleep, I rolled out of my bed and slowly walked out of my room. Ugh, toilet first... I walked down the hall, the door to my right side near the stairs. It’s locked. What? That didn’t make sense. I turned the knob again. Locked. For real. Did my mom accidentally lock it earlier? I’ll worry about that later. I half-ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen. The fridge door was open. I figured that mom was bent over it. A hand held up a jar of strawberry jam as I got near the fridge.
“Please,” she said.
Breakfast this early? I’ll go back to sleep after this, I guess. Maybe she’s going to church, it’s a Sunday after all. I grabbed the jar and began to turn the lid... damn, that’s slippery. I guess that’s why she needed my help. I used my shirt for better grip, and soon the lid popped open.
“Here. I’m going back to bed,” I said as I handed the jar over the fridge door.
There was some rustling behind it. What was she looking for in there?
“Ugh, whatever. I’m going back up,” maybe I shouldn’t have complained, but I was still sleepy.
I left the jar on the counter. She could take it once she’s done with the fridge. I hurried back up the stairs but as I passed by the locked toilet, the knob clicked and it turned open. Okay, what the hell... I just stood there, frozen as the previously locked door opened up in front of me.
{Click Me}“I should get that light changed...” my mom muttered as she stepped out of the toilet.
She then looked up at me and asked, “Why are you up so early?”
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｢A necessary evil, or a twisted good?｣
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Post by Hyōka on Sept 8, 2014 12:25:35 GMT
Lucy yawned widely as she woke up in a bed. But this wasn't her bed. Looking around, the terrain was a meadow of with a tree atop a hill, surrounded by flowers. It was a clearing behind her house, and now her bed was there. And then her mind clicked. She was dreaming. A lucid dream. It was her first time, and she was feeling so happy that her face brightened up. She could play around all she liked. Finding a stick nearby, she picked it up and imagined it as something else. To her surprise, it became the violin bow she was thinking of. Now she just had to get a violin! Continuing on, she pranced among the flowers for a while until she saw a large violin, about as large as herself, just laying there. Walking over to it, she placed the bow on the strings and tried to play it, see if it was in tune. At first, no sound came out, so she bowed with more strength, as one should. And then she heard a lovely melody. Ah, such a sweet sound. But was is this? As she turns around, a smaller violin has started floating away from her, going down a flight of floating stairs to a rose garden. Giving chase, Lucy ran with a smile. It had been a long time since she last played violin, and was glad that she could play again, if only in her dreams. Catching up with the smaller violin, she grabbed the neck of it and held it tightly at the base as well. This one was fighting her. A rebellious instrument that needed taming? She was up to the challenge. Bowing the strings again, making a lovely tune appear, she could see flowers appear at her feet and spread, followed by musical notes floating from the strings she played. After playing a couple of songs, she placed the violin down and wandered over to her bed at the start. She knew being in a dream would make morning come a lot faster, so it would be best to sleep in one world to awake in the other. Laying in bed, Lucy saw her own body in the shape of a violin. Oh, how lovely! She could play a song to help her sleep. Picking up the bow one last time, she began playing her favorite piece, Air on G String. And with that, she drifted off to sleep...
{Epilogue}The next day on the news, a horrific event was described which had shown up in the local newspaper. Police responded to a call in the middle of the night with reports of screaming in a house. A middle aged man found dead in his bed, his daughter dead in the basement. The suspected murderer appeared to have commit suicide and was found in her bed, the mother of the child, handsaw on her lap. All three deceased had their stomachs sliced by the handsaw. |
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