The Culdera
I came to and almost gagged at the smell of whiskey, burnt flesh, blood, and the sickeningly sweet smell of my best friend Sarah decomposing.
The old woman came over, cleared her throat and spat a wad of phlegm in my face.
“Clean your slutty self up and don't try to run, whore! There is nothing we like better that a little hunting, right Son?!”
Suddenly the earth started to shake. The sound was deafening. I watched as half of the nearby mountain gave way and came to life. To me the most beautiful thing...
“Thank you, God!”
Wow! A complete nihilist horror story in 100 words. Very intense, Sussan, and hard to take, but very, very beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWow, thank you Carlos! I know I am dark and intense. If I didn't have to cut the story to 100 words...the horror was much more intense."very, very beautiful" Wow, again! I love hearing that!
DeleteOops... mine is at http://repuestodelatabla.wordpress.com/2012/05/31/friday-fictioneer-100-word-story-flat-top/
ReplyDeleteoff to read it now!
ReplyDeleteFabulousa!! I could just hear your voice...."thank you, god"
ReplyDeleteWhat a packed story! So full for such a limited word count. I'm really impressed!
ReplyDeleteI'm here: http://mysocalleddutchlife.wordpress.com/2012/06/01/friday-fictioneers-1st-june/
Best regards,
Mikaela
Thanks Mik..It was a pretty long, detailed story. I had to endure the torture of cutting words, to paragraphs.
DeleteGlad you liked it. It wasn't the story it started out to be, but then they rarely are. Part of the magic!!
Best!
Sussan
Sussan you managed to pack a lot into a few words. Sight, sound and scent.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rochelle. It seems to be one points of this wonderful Friday Fictioners. I am very wordy..too wordy, so this helps me a lot!
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