"Another work day"
He wouldn’t let up, he moved as if he were strolling an estate’s gardens while she- tumbled along on limbs long past running, her icy breath jagged, slashed at her lungs like a brutal caress massaging breast and bone beneath a blank moon’s stare…
He was ruthless but swift. Bored, actually. He had grown tired of the pursuit almost as soon as it had begun. In fact, he resented it. She had been weak, small- no challenge for his prowess. He intended to complain to his employer- after he had been paid of course. After killing for centuries, one hoped occasionally the victim would make the assignment interesting.
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Each week, Thom posts three words to be used in a piece of writing. I'm currently listening to Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. This is where my mind went. To read more, go here.
8 comments:
You know me, I like dark. And this is wickedly refreshing. I like the pace, the construction. But I really like the feel. Creepy, cold, exacting.
Very dark and creepy. Loved it!
By the way, your link on 3ww isn't working properly.
bored by the hunt! i like it.
This was excellent...the contrast of her desperate panic against his icy calm was very unsettling!
Hey Thom, credit due my current reading fest. Gaiman is really good. Do you read him?
I wonder what killing for centuries would do to your psyche. Probably you'd get bored with it. I can see that.
This was intriguing. I like the creepy places it takes my mind.
Ooooh!
I found it!
Took me a while, but I found it and it was worth it. The stalking. The staring. The measuring the breaths between clicks.
I very much like this, especially the inured tone and the ennui in his hind brain.
Is this why you ask if the second piece was microfiction, because it follows this? It could be sequel, or a prequel...
Tschuess,
Chris
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