Jadey

This was the result of an exercise to produce short stories containing 200 words or less. This was my first try.



I was suddenly awaken and had no immediate recollection as to what had just happened or how I had ended up here. And surprisingly enough, considering the immense pain I was feeling, I really didn't care. Besides, I had felt pain before, only it had always been more,...what?

Specific?

Yes,specific.

That's it exactly.

And yet, even though it's all part of my imagination the pain still feels so real, but not... specific. No, this is pain in a more general sense. I guess. A pain that cannot be traced to a particular limb or organ. It's not like when I slipped on ice a few winters back and couldn't stand straight after I slowly rolled out of bed the next morning. This is almost a full body ache that can't be identified with precision. Something I'm indifferent to because I know it will not go away.

Besides, what really hurts is knowing I could've prevented this all along. If I had just been more specific. If I could've possibly been less obscure this wouldn't be an issue. If I'd been less ambiguous and just said "I love You", I wouldn't be here, in pain.


So let's see what you can come up with...

crow_daw

He didn't know Turner. He hadn't known him. He would never know him.

Turner was about to speak. He knew it. He hadn't been around long enough to pretend he'd heard it all. But he was still case-hardened; it wasn't ice water flowing in his veins quite yet, but the mercury was falling. Yeah, he was case-hardened. After her, who wouldn't be?

Those eyes, what could she have possibly done? Who so important could she have offended? What rule had she broken? What sin had she committed to bring him face-to-face with her? She had been perfect by every stretch of the word, and she still had not been able to stop it. He knew now that no one ever would. Especially not a piece of shit like Turner.

He pulled the trigger.

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"We each have a star, all we have to do is find it. Once you do, everyone who sees it will be blinded." - Earl Simmons

The5thCandidate

Homeless street cleric, preacher and teacher, grey hair green shirt glass eye garbage can shoes. The louder he screams it, the truer it becomes.

Heaven! Heaven! Lord! Wrath! Thunder!

Rainfall teacup, morning sunshine, dancing for the happy laughs, crying for the broken bottle, screaming for more sunshine, more raindrops, more winter jackets.

Late night, cold bricks, grey puddles. The devil is a huge rat and he stole my english muffin. Curse and cry! Curse and curse, damn and cry and bellow!

Mass at 5:49 am. Today's only parishioner is that thieving hell-spawn, that fiendish rat. God! Thunder! Heaven and Hell! Save us and pray for us, dance upon our grave.

Cold and quiet, the death of a nameless vicar. God's last transmission: Don't touch me, I'm far too acidic for you!

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Muthtard?! Don't let'th be thilly. Lemon, now that'th different...

Jadey

Alright! Both of those are fantastic. Great job.

J.R.V.A.

Nice Nice Nice....This is really good....I know this pain you speak of....Thank you for sharing this...

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart