Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Painfully literal

The artist stands before the canvas, blank, empty.

The artist wants to create, desperately so, but... nothing. Nothing. No ideas, no inspiration, nowhere to start. Nowhere to go. Blood, sweat, tears, the artist wrings and wracks themselves for anything, anything to put on the canvas. They beat their brains out for an idea, desperate to make any sort of statement.

It's a success. All agree, it's the most moving, unnerving piece of art they've ever seen.

The artist is given a beautiful funeral, and commemorated in all the news.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Don't run... DON'T. RUN.

His body flew threw the air, legs kicking uselessly. He could feel his chest dip in where he'd been hit... breathing was hard already, and wouldn't get any easier after he bounced.

In hindsight, the scrapes and broken wrist didn't seem so bad after all.

Breath bubbling in his throat, he managed to protect his head just in time for the incoming kick. His attacker didn't let up though, and it wasn't long before he was unconscious and missing a few teeth.

Panting, swearing... his attacker made sure he was alive and started dragging him back inside.

Monday, February 17, 2014

Some things are never acceptable

Why would you even say that?
What? No!
That's horrible!
No, I didn't- not like that!
Like what then? Because it sure sounded like that!
No, I mean, it- I-
What? Why would you ever think that was okay?!
Look, I didn't think it through!
No, really?!
It just slipped out! It sounded better in my head.
Really? Really.
... okay, no, I just- I really didn't think it through.
No, you didn't.
...
It's NOT okay, alright? Do you get that?
Yes.
DO you? This needs to be absolutely clear!
Yes! Alright?! Just... can we drop it?
... we're coming back to this. This isn't over.
God. Fine, whatever.

Monday, February 10, 2014

We'll have to get back to you

Now?
No, not now.
No?
No.
Why not?
You know.
No I don't.
Well, maybe not now...
That's why I asked.
Well, I can't tell you now.
Why?
I'll tell you later.
Not now?
No.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

To wander, to roam, that is who we are

The stranger in the suit waved energetically as they approached. He declined their invitations to sit or have a drink, claiming that he was comfortable as he was but don't let that stop them.

After pleasantries were concluded, all parties turned to business. They wanted certain goods delivered in a timely manner; they began to describe the cargo to the stranger, only to be cut off. He didn't care for details other than where to take it and how quickly they wanted it. It wasn't rudeness on the part of the stranger, not intentionally. There was just a constant desire to go, to move, to act.

When they told him where it was to go and their schedule, he laughed and promised that he could be there and back in half that time. They argued, saying that it took that long just to get around-

The stranger interrupted with a scoff. He explained that he didn't go around, he went through.

Shocked silence.

But the disappearances, the effects, the madness..! Again, the stranger scoffed. This was nothing new to him. He'd gone in laughing, and only come out laughing louder. He could handle it.

The negotiations were changed after that, and wrapped up quickly. As the stranger took off in his spaceship, they turned amongst themselves and shuddered, at the strange, mad human they were dealing with now.

Monday, February 3, 2014

Never say goodbye. Never.

COME BACK HERE!
No! Leave me alone!
STOP RUNNING!
Aaah!
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!
I just- I- I- leave me alone!
RAWR!
Oh god! Oh- oh dear god!
WHAT WILL YOU DO? HOW WILL YOU SEE?
Stop asking! It's- I- I'll figure something out!
COME BACK! JUST... come back.
I can't!
Please..!
No!