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General Chaos / Re: WRITING PROMPT
« on: September 16, 2009, 02:55:39 AM »
I'm ashamed to admit I was waiting for her to die, damned witch.
I remember the first time she came a knockin'
Handsome old woman though she was, her inability to speak in more than one syllable before a spasm struck her, irritated me.
I wanted her to die.
She kept coming by at least once a week to knock intensely then offer phlegm and contagions. My girlfriend is really too nice, she told me to make her some Campbell's tomato soup. There's no E in tomato.
I tried, I was tempted to spit in it though.
I listened at her door before knockin g ... I
didn't hear her coughing.Thedoor was flung wide open before I had the chance
to knock. She embraced me, spilling the now lukewarm contents of the Ziplock Tupperware container between us. I push
ed her away frantically as she began hacking into my ear. Her eyes screaming as she motioned for me to come inside her dimly lit apartment. I REALLY WANTED HER dead.
Does that make me an asshole? or just merciful?
I entered her home and she quickly turned on a light to reveal
pictures of my childhood, drawings I had done while stoned in the 7th grade, and Journals. Hell, she even had my first girlfriend's torn fishnet stockings I had kept under my mattress with all the Fredricks of Hollywood
catalogs I'd stolen from my step-mom.
I took a step backward, closer to the door, while starring at her horrified. She ripped off her blouse with surprising strength to
reveal her bare chest. I felt faint. The tattoo off my brother's name on her chest
mirrored my own...
zOMG She is MEEE!!!! from the future, with a sex change!
" CONTINUUM!!! HE/SHE'S TORN A HOLE IN THE SPACE-TIME "
I remember the first time she came a knockin'
Handsome old woman though she was, her inability to speak in more than one syllable before a spasm struck her, irritated me.
I wanted her to die.
She kept coming by at least once a week to knock intensely then offer phlegm and contagions. My girlfriend is really too nice, she told me to make her some Campbell's tomato soup. There's no E in tomato.
I tried, I was tempted to spit in it though.
I listened at her door before knockin g ... I
didn't hear her coughing.Thedoor was flung wide open before I had the chance
to knock. She embraced me, spilling the now lukewarm contents of the Ziplock Tupperware container between us. I push
ed her away frantically as she began hacking into my ear. Her eyes screaming as she motioned for me to come inside her dimly lit apartment. I REALLY WANTED HER dead.
Does that make me an asshole? or just merciful?
I entered her home and she quickly turned on a light to reveal
pictures of my childhood, drawings I had done while stoned in the 7th grade, and Journals. Hell, she even had my first girlfriend's torn fishnet stockings I had kept under my mattress with all the Fredricks of Hollywood
catalogs I'd stolen from my step-mom.
I took a step backward, closer to the door, while starring at her horrified. She ripped off her blouse with surprising strength to
reveal her bare chest. I felt faint. The tattoo off my brother's name on her chest
mirrored my own...
zOMG She is MEEE!!!! from the future, with a sex change!
" CONTINUUM!!! HE/SHE'S TORN A HOLE IN THE SPACE-TIME "