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Writtin' Thread
Eris:
Little Red
‘Rehabilitated’, they said. ‘Fit to return to society’. They packed her up, slapped a pot plant in her arms and kicked her out; leaving her to make her own way in the world. Too bad she didn’t know how the world worked any more.
She watered that ugly plant and looked around her apartment, making sure it was tidy. That woman was due any moment to make sure she was eating and washing (she was) and to see if there anything she wanted to talk about (there wasn’t).
Jeremy’s card on the bookshelf caught her attention. ‘Good on you, Red!’ it declared cheerfully in shaky writing. She ran her fingers through her short hair, making the ginger curls stick out even more haphazardly. It was an odd feeling, having hair; on more than one occasion she had thought about taking clippers to it, like they did, but that wouldn’t be a good indication of her ‘dealing’. The woman would click her tongue and write a comment in her notebook. Sure, normal people can shave their heads whenever they want, but we can’t let the nutters cut their hair, oh no!
She glared at the stupid plant as there was a knock on the door. The woman talked at her while she smiled unenthusiastically and slouched in her chair. She said what the woman wanted to hear, knowing better than to mention the whispers from the shadows, or the large dog that stalked her in her dreams on the rare occasion that she actually slept. She may be crazy, but she’s not stupid; those things would surely send her straight back there. She didn’t want to be that much of a failure.
Even as the woman’s shadow started shifting about, her mask of normalcy never slipped. She watched as it changed shape, taking that familiar canine form. As the woman stopped at the front door the shadow-dog grinned at her, showing her all his pointed teeth; his mouth stretched wide, taking up more of his face than should be possible.
It was only once the door was closed that she started hyperventilating. She sank into the lounge, trying to control the panic that was taking over her body. Finally breathing normally she reached over to the phone and dialled the woman’s work. The first three ‘helpers’ had ended badly, but maybe the fourth would actually help this time.
Tom:
Little Johnny sat in tha garden pickin the scabs on his arm, his Ma always told him not ta - he just did it anyways 'cause that's tha way o' kids ya know.."
"Yes I'm sure that's interesting." I glance at my watch, frustrated. The old sod has continued talk as such since the plane began to taxi.
"Soon as he'd good as remoov'd tha scab he bled rava prafewsally. His Ma came looking fa him hours leighter and thar was a smell-"
He breathes loudly through his nose and I can hear the migration of vast colonies of mucous and dirt, he spits it out onto the seat in front of him. Putrid old man.
"As a rememba it. Sickly 'n' sweet."
I can't keep him out of my head, try as I might. A great pity that my portable cassette deck is broken.
"A roux-ga-roux had gotten to him-"
"Sorry, a what?"
"A roux-ga-roux, we still have 'em cant seem to get rid of them at all. Vish-us munstas."
I'm feeling sleepy, the next seven hours might not be all that bad.
Jimmy the Squid:
"No! C'mon baby please! Don't do this. I'm sorry! I'm really fucking sorry. I know it was my fault, you were right it's all my fault please don't go. No, please! Stay with me baby, please. You know it can be ok again, we can make it through this. I'll take you away from all of this, I promise! Just stay with me! We'll go somewhere warm just like you wanted, somewhere with a beach, you'd like that wouldn't you? Wouldn't you? Yeah, because remember you were saying you wanted to go on holiday? We'll take a really long holiday... Fuck work, it doesn't matter we can just go away for a week or two and I promise I'll make it up to you. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, please stay with me! Look at me baby, please just look at me! You know I can't lie to you, you know I'm telling the truth... No! No! Please please please please please stay with me, I'm sorry I'm really fucking sorry. No, c'mon stop it. Please stop it. Just stay with me, baby... Baby? Baby? No, don't do this, don't leave me! C'mon, you promised you wouldn't leave me! You promised, you fucking promised me! You promised me! C'mon baby, wake up...Wake up...please wake up...please wake up...please wake up...c'mon baby wake up...please...please...just stay with me...wake up...please wake up...please wake up...."
jodizzle:
Jimmy. Jesus fucking christ. I almost cried.
Also, Han, I really liked your last one alot!
Eris:
Shitdamn, Jimmy.
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