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Thrillho:
I've read the story now, and I really, really love it. This is what I was hoping for - people taking the theme and turning it on its head. Love it. Imagery was perfect.

Welu:
Zebediah, that was class work. Great descriptions and the ending was great.

Putting this in the spoiler for dark themes and the prompt under the second spoiler. Also this is 549 words, I make the most of word limits.  :-D

(click to show/hide)Squealing, she raced through the damp field. A short distance behind her, hoarse grunts dryly coughed out her predator.

She could not believe the chance had came, the predator had left the cage unlocked. When she was first thrown inside, naked and heaving, forcing herself to stay concious. She barely remembered how the rusted padlock resisted being closed, darkness quickly clouding her vision. If that foul smell had not immediately filled her senses, maybe she would remember how she came to be there. By leaving scratches on the dark marks on the floor, she kept track of the days. One the fourth night, the smell had almost faded as she became accustomed to it. The room seemed to brighten quicker, her eyes adjusting to the crack of light from under the door. That night, she realised as she picked at the flaking dirt under her nails, that it was the cause of the smell. That heavy and stale smell. The bare bit of light she treasured, revealed it to be dried blood. She looked around the cage, covered in dark splashes and similar marks to the ones she had been making herself. She tried to count them, at first the marks seemed to merge together, hard to tell one set from another. By studying marks that seemed to be of the same marker, the air escaped her as she repeatedly counted... Ten.

After ten days, the counting stopped several times.

Was that it? All the time she left? No. She had to get out.

Once a day she would be let out of the cage. He would come into the room and close the door behind him. A knife in one hand and a small meal in the other. He would slowly open the cage door and slid the meal across the floor. The first time she refused to move until he barked at her to eat. Even then it took pointing the knife in between the holes of the cage, slightly piercing her, before she unfroze. After eating he would tell her to crawl out of the cage. When she tried to stand he kicked her down. He stand by the door and watch, making her crawl back and forth along the floor until he became satisfied. He yelled at her to get back in the cage and would close the padlock until there was a faint click.

The tenth night, he came into the room with the meal and demanded his show. However when it came to closing the padlock, he spent a few seconds struggling with it. He growled and left the room, closing the door behind him. Listening carefully for his footsteps, another door slammed. Breathing in slowly, she tentatively moved across the floor and reached her fingers through the holes of the cage. The rusted padlock scratched at her fingers, refusing to be gripped. Unable to stop her shaking, the lock opened and fell to the floor.

It was only a few minutes before he had followed her outside. Her bare feet slipped on the long wet grass, her ankle twisting as she fell hard on the mud. Almost instantly he was on top of her, the knife to her throat.

“Please. Let me go.”

 “Pigs don’t talk.” His gravelled voice whispered, “Pigs squeal.”

(click to show/hide)I got "slaughtering hogs" and at first I tried to think of something about an abattoir but I don't know anything about those places so it morphed into what I ended up writing.  :psyduck:

Thrillho:
Story:
(click to show/hide)I’m perrrrrrty fucked so barrage is comin
Someone spiked the punch #wasntme
#Lying
#Totallywasme
Everybody who’s nobody is here!
I can see the blue lights coming my little twitter twats let me do a photograph
Fucking instagram
Instagram is for fucking nobodies
Fuck facebook too
Oh he’d love that shit where is he
Well #thatwasawkward
Theres always some drunk bitch who screams the house down ALL FUCKING NIGHT
Least she shut up now
But anyway
More shots more shots more shots
This fucking song man THIS FUCKING SONG IS THE ONE
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom MOTH
That was meant to say motherfucker I am so drunk #yup #seemslegit
I hate the internet and if you are a part of the internet I hate you too
We are all a part of the internet its like a fucking grid
I think it’s time someone manned up and said theres not enough porn on the internet
I fucking hate that guy I fucking hate that guy I fucking hate that guy I fucking hate that guy I fucking hate that guy I fucking hate that
You
I FUCKING HATE YOU
#publictweets bitch
Seriously I fucking hate that guy
Followers loss lol like it matters
Go fucking follow @stephenfry if you want intellectual shit
That might not be his real fucking twitter name or whatever #dgaf
Broken glass hahahahahahaha
More shots more shots more shots more shots more shots
Steve is a prick too, fuck you steve FUCK YOU STEVE
By the way I am available for childrens parties #billhicksisgod
I swear to god I fucking hate that guy
I fucking hate this song I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG
Really don’t think 140 characters is enough to say how much I hate that guy
I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuy
Maybe it is enough HAHAHAHAHAHA
I swear to fucking god someones ear is bleeding from the music
Lots of noses bleeding too but we all know why that is right #justsaying
The bitch is crazy #justsaying
Bitch fell down the stairs before it was SO FUCKING FUNNY
Nobody saw it except me though natch
Wonder if any of these assholes know I have a gun
She’s fucking annoying as well she can go fuck a dog if she doesn’t do that shit on weekends anyway
More shots more shots more shots more shots #moreshots
Loooots of people bleeding now
I fucking hate that guy
Where the fuck is that guy
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU
Hate it when parties get all fucking weird #goodnight
He’s in the bathroom
He’s actually in the fucking bathroom
Who the fuck hides in a fucking bathroom in 2013 seriously #justsaying
HAhahaa someone found the dead bitch too #shitgettingrealdog
Bathroom bitch is dead too
Fucker
Omg he was crying
HE WAS CRYING
Actually cried when I got in there
Seriously
Dead bitch
I always fucking hated you zuckerberg
Theme:
(click to show/hide)'Murder mystery, written from the POV of the killer, in the narrative form of a twitter feed.' It wasn't quite a mystery I guess, but oh well? This was a real challenge and I fucking loved doing it.

Thrillho:
Jesus Christ, Welu, I had forgotten what theme I had given you and reading the story didn't help and JESUS CHRIST THAT IS DARK and fucking good, too!

Welu:
Whoo! Cheers, Gareth, glad you like it.

Love yours, the Twitter feed idea was neat and the way it escalates is awesome.

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