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We watched it on our television sets and gossiped with our neighbours about how awful it was. But we went on and lived our lives long after the veneered casket was lowered into the earth.
A 365 word tale inspired by a programme called Evidence of Revision, part four.
It wasn't great being shot in the head. The feeling, I imagine, was like having a kind of seizure, or a deep faint. Everything became scrambled images, wild sounds. I didn't understand what was going on. I just let it happen, all those images, dark and bright, empty and crowded, loud and silent. It was impossible to comprehend them. Still, I didn't feel any need to try.
After a time, the images and sounds began to fade. I was left alone in a dark place, sitting quietly on something hard, looking at a blank black sky and the dark grey ground. It was quiet and placid, and I had no need to think. It was like nothingness. Why would I want to disturb this contentment? I just sat there as an occasional echo of screams, a lady's wail, drifted towards me. It reminded me of something familiar, but I couldn't focus on it. It was too peaceful, here in this grey place. I felt nothing and that was enough. Something warned me that I didn't want to return to where Pain reigned.
Another voice howled, rent with hurt and horror. I froze. It was my voice. Somewhere, somehow, I was in mortal terror. Yet here, in this grey land, I was quietly peaceful. Other words floated up into the grey sky, forming patterns in the air that boomed like thunder.
I watched the words as my memories slowly returned. Crowds of people. Smiles and cheers. I was waving happily to them. People loved me. Hope in their faces. I wanted to do so much, so very much. I would give everything in my power to restore decent lives to them. The world is such a fragile place. They trusted me. I would repay that trust with my sweat and tears.
Blood. On my hand. My vision turned ruddy. I fell backward but I didn't know why. Piercing screams. The smiles were all gone. The people looked horrified, perplexed, unbelieving. The ceiling. I was looking at it as it faded.
I was now sitting on the rock.
A fresh light appeared before me, bright and friendly. I went into it. That was all I could do.
A 365 word tale inspired by a programme called Evidence of Revision, part four.
oOoIt wasn't great being shot in the head. The feeling, I imagine, was like having a kind of seizure, or a deep faint. Everything became scrambled images, wild sounds. I didn't understand what was going on. I just let it happen, all those images, dark and bright, empty and crowded, loud and silent. It was impossible to comprehend them. Still, I didn't feel any need to try.
After a time, the images and sounds began to fade. I was left alone in a dark place, sitting quietly on something hard, looking at a blank black sky and the dark grey ground. It was quiet and placid, and I had no need to think. It was like nothingness. Why would I want to disturb this contentment? I just sat there as an occasional echo of screams, a lady's wail, drifted towards me. It reminded me of something familiar, but I couldn't focus on it. It was too peaceful, here in this grey place. I felt nothing and that was enough. Something warned me that I didn't want to return to where Pain reigned.
Another voice howled, rent with hurt and horror. I froze. It was my voice. Somewhere, somehow, I was in mortal terror. Yet here, in this grey land, I was quietly peaceful. Other words floated up into the grey sky, forming patterns in the air that boomed like thunder.
I watched the words as my memories slowly returned. Crowds of people. Smiles and cheers. I was waving happily to them. People loved me. Hope in their faces. I wanted to do so much, so very much. I would give everything in my power to restore decent lives to them. The world is such a fragile place. They trusted me. I would repay that trust with my sweat and tears.
Blood. On my hand. My vision turned ruddy. I fell backward but I didn't know why. Piercing screams. The smiles were all gone. The people looked horrified, perplexed, unbelieving. The ceiling. I was looking at it as it faded.
I was now sitting on the rock.
A fresh light appeared before me, bright and friendly. I went into it. That was all I could do.
oOoCategory Story / Human
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File Size 339 B
Wow. Shot in the head. Very well written little piece, rather... visual. You are able to tell so much with so few words. That's just amazing. I really like this, even if the theme is rather serious, even eerie, and not much in a black humor way, just eerie way. A good read, it was an experience.
Good little piece, I enjoyed reading this. Great work.
Good little piece, I enjoyed reading this. Great work.
Breathtaking yet vaguely reassuring. Quietly horrific and yet calming.
I think the most painful part was the expression of wanting to do so much, so very much, knowing how abruptly and unfairly it was all taken away. I think knowing that in the last seconds of life would be far worse than any actual fear of death itself. And you captured that perfectly.
*bows deeply* A master work. Thank you.
I think the most painful part was the expression of wanting to do so much, so very much, knowing how abruptly and unfairly it was all taken away. I think knowing that in the last seconds of life would be far worse than any actual fear of death itself. And you captured that perfectly.
*bows deeply* A master work. Thank you.
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