Tuesday, July 19, 2011

I Have Sent You A Package - Flash Fiction

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The Seeds That Are Sown:  4

I have sent you a package, my nightmares made concrete, a time capsule of human ugliness.

You still have your own, I imagine, a yearbook filled with memories, best wishes, and shared jokes. Hopes and dreams for the future. Mine was pristine and birthed from the same presses as yours. In my pathetic and loathsome weakness, I too went about asking for people to write something. Anything. It was my fond hope that they would put their well honed skills of deceit to charitable use and say something nice.

But it was stolen, and passed around, and defaced in the most shameful ways imaginable. Go on, read it. Study every filthy comment, every vile expletive; admire the pains they took to alter or destroy the pictures, particularly mine.

You chose to write - nothing. Should I be grateful that you didn't give in to baser instincts? Or, rather, wonder if you simply didn't get the opportunity to add your own drop of fuel to the fire? Perhaps I was so insignificant, so inconsequential, that you could not be bothered to sully your consciousness with my existence.

And still I love you, because you have been damaged by the same societal strictures which held me captive. To fit in, to follow the leaders, to stay in the middle of the herd so as not to be picked off by the jackals which haunt the lame and the dying; these were the rules which you lived by. I think you still do.

Unfortunately, it is only death which will free you.

I have lived my life as a coward, beaten down beyond all recognition. But I am summoning the courage to take us both beyond all of this pain.

I am coming for you. Watch, and wait.

Read Part 5

12 comments:

  1. Thank goodness I did not have to run and get the dogs again. But now I'm starting to understand this dude/dudette. I'm glad I had some time to catch this, I would have been mad had I missed it. :)
    Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

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  2. Hi Jules - I'm a very poor writer in that I haven't the stomach to tackle any sort of gory detail about what MIGHT have happened to the dog ;)

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  3. #4 is a borderline psych-sensual depiction of a tattered soul. I love the macabre, and you're doing a great job defining a sinister personality. Fantastic piece!

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  4. You're very good at these flash fictions. I enjoyed the read.
    Have a nice day.
    Yvonne.

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  5. Whoa. Excellent.

    I have thought about writing a horror story, but I chicken out because it will have to be really, well, horrible. Unlike Stephen King, I don't know if I want to be labeled as weird, and scary.

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  6. Jackie - glad you're enjoying this! Don't want to say anything else lest I drop a spoiler :)

    Yvonne - thanks for stopping by, happy to entertain you!

    Janine - no greater compliment than that one word! \0/ makes me very happy indeed.

    thingy - fortunately I've only been labelled as weird, never scary :)) I do have a block against visualizing/describing anything in gory or gruesome detail. I'd like to get around that some day, at least once, just to prove that I can do it. But I also think that leaving something to the reader's imagination has its benefits.

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  7. Fascinating! And jeez, who still wants their yearbook sitting around? Oh the horror of just remembering what's in mine. Horror's not my thing, but it seems you're doing a great job with it!

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  8. psst...don't look..but there's someone behind you! I SAID DON"T LOOK!!!!

    great job! ;)

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  9. Looks like an identity is soon to be revealed--if she hasn't guessed already.


    Lee
    Tossing It Out

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  10. I'm shaking my head...no...no...
    She should have called the police by now. This is building up to something mighty sinister (I think).

    I'm so impressed with your writing Li.
    WoW!

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