The Endless Struggle
Smith vomited on his boots.
The killer’s nest hosted a plethora of women, throats slit, drained of blood. The expert, a kid called Boston, caressed triangles engraved in the bodies.
Smith shuddered; deja vu.
Noticing his angst, Boston’s youthful eyes gleamed.
“Ready for the back room, old man?”
Smith opened the door, a bathtub overflowed with blood.
Boston descended upon him. Smith fought wildly as his head plunged into a dark viscus grave.
No, not again.
The sick personal fountain of youth.
Wrinkles faded as power emerged.
Smith transformed into youth.
“Till next time, old man,” they whispered to themselves.
11 comments:
Whew, I had my own bought of nausea just reading this. Not because of the writing but because of the story. Very descriptive, and super intense! And all in 100 words, well done!
Thanks for the kind words Hillary! I sincerely apologize for the bought of nausea : )
Very well done. Highly descriptive. Evoked an emotional response immediately, exactly what art is supposed to do. Nicely done. Keep it up.
Very good. I liked it a lot. Very nicely written.
This is very creative! Such a complex message in so few words. Nice!
Thank you Ryan, Bryan, and Keya for such nice comments! I really appreciate the feedback. I wasn't sure how people would respond to the imagery. Im so happy you enjoyed the story!
Agreed, great visuals here. Love that even though this is necessary for him, it still repulses him too.
Whoa! Absolutely cool last line.
Very vivid imagery used - loved how a complex and suspenseful story is told in a short, tense format. Skillfully done!
Thank you. Charity - I'm glad you that was evident, I was trying to express for dual mentality of the killer through the two personalities.
Wow. Gave me the chills just reading it. Well done.
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