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Life’s Full of Pain

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A rotted face bursts through dirt, and she hisses through broken teeth.

You promised to find me. When I was dying. 

I swallow bile and stare into her eye sockets, ringed with rot, and I wonder why I would want to. It looks like you found me instead. 

Bones rattle when she throws back her head. Like this? You actually want me like this? She entombed me in her arms, and the stench made me heave.

If you let me go, I will find the rest of—I mean—you. I will find you.

Not good enough! Fleshless fingers encircle my throat, and I gasp out my last bubble of air. She leans in and squeezes, her face inches from mine. You already found me once. One hundred and fifty years it took you. Don’t you remember?

Lights blink behind my eyes and die, pinpoint by pinpoint, until one red glow remains. I focus on it to obliterate her ravaged features. As it dims, I rasp Remember what?

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  1. oooh…spooky. And congratulations for being featured in Precipice. How cool.

    October 30, 2013
  2. Wuv. Twuuu wuv….

    I know that feeling.

    October 30, 2013
  3. I can taste the fear.

    October 30, 2013
  4. Ewww. Talk about your awful second dates. . . .
    You sure can write suspense. And horror.

    October 30, 2013
  5. Very freaky! #nightmares :)

    October 30, 2013
  6. tarakianwarrior #

    Very well done Andra, very well done.

    October 30, 2013
    • Thank you, Lori. I hope you’re having a great day so far. I spent part of Friday on the phone with someone in Idaho. She worked at an insurance call center, and while we waited for paperwork to go through, she told me all the cool things to do there.

      October 30, 2013
  7. Sorry. You’ve lost me. I don’t understand how this ties in with the flash from the bullet that started the piece. Or where the action is taking place. Or when.

    It’s like a creepy dream that ebbs and flows in nonsensical currents.

    October 30, 2013
    • You never like these, Nancy, and that is completely okay. I should probably do voice work and preliminary character work off the blog, but I enjoy doing some of it here. This blog has been too much about me of late.

      October 30, 2013
    • I expect you’re right.

      When following the threads of a story, I enjoy a sense of continuity. Imagery and poetry in perpetuity is not enough for me.

      I need something to hang my hat on or my attention wanes.

      And that’s the great thing about blogging . . . we get to flex our writing styles to see what resonates and with whom. All the while knowing that our writing “hat” won’t fit everyone’s head.

      October 30, 2013
  8. Oh no! He’s never going to remember at all.

    October 30, 2013
  9. LOVE the eye sockets, “ringed with rot.” What a great line!

    Hugs from Ecuador,

    October 30, 2013
    • And, that’s why I do these. To make the synapses make new connections. The image of that line in my mind was pretty icky. And frightening.

      October 30, 2013
  10. congratulations on precipice

    I love the anticipation here…the writing is very intimate

    October 30, 2013
  11. Are we ready for Halloween yet?

    October 30, 2013
  12. Hell hath no fury…

    October 30, 2013
  13. Oooh, spooky and incredibly ‘real.’ I love your voice here, Andra.

    October 30, 2013
  14. Excellent! Reminds me of the Wuthering Heights moment when Kathy puts her hand through the window in that nightmare storm sequence. Just the same horror.

    October 30, 2013
  15. The situation may be immersed in horror, but it still has a familiar ring to it: she, mad as a snake, and he wondering what the heck he has done? I have known many such moments. :)

    October 30, 2013
  16. Spooky, creepy, mysterious…I read your story today in Precipice…loved it, and remembered when you “tried it out” on this blog. I think after reading that and then this story, I can safely say I wouldn’t want your dreams! Who are these creatures that call out to you, Andra. Their bony fingers and empty eye-sockets–or “sockets ringed with rot” are really disturbing. I must say you do it so well. :-)

    October 31, 2013
  17. Kir Piccini #

    the words just jump off the page, scaring you the same way a rotten hand would.

    October 31, 2013
  18. I still have chills running up my spin. Well done.

    October 31, 2013
  19. It is interesting reading/listening to these voices becoming real there, Andra. Just got Precipice in the mail. Maybe a little bedtime story tonight.

    October 31, 2013

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