Back at it throw out.
Well, I promised something actually readable this week. So keeping to that promise I am dredging up an old project and giving it some new life. I started this a while back. It is a little different from my norm. writing for you on the fly. I am unsure how to classify it. Thriller maybe? Anyhoo, here you go..
Captured
A plain brown box rests on the welcome mat as I approach the front door. This address hasn't been given out to anyone, so I figure it must be from Lucy. Scooping it up, I enter my small above garage apartment.
The stray cat, I have lovingly named fat ass, climbs in through the kitchen window. I leave it open for him, because everyone deserves a roof over their head. Even if it is an overweight, one eyed, tom cat. He purrs in his broken way, that sounds more like snorting than the rhythmic rumble I am used to. I tousle the dread locked hair on his head and open a can of wet food for him before adjourning to the shower. I briefly consider bringing him along for his own bath, but decide against the loss of one of my own eyes.
Wrapping a robe around myself, I return to the main living area. Fatty darts under the table as drops of water from my wet hair fly in his direction. "Wuss," I tease as he growls and swats at my foot.
The box.
Retrieving the strange package from the counter by the door, I sit down at the kitchen table. The small, plain packing box is about six inches square. The top is taped shut with heavy duty paper packing tape. As I turn the box to inspect it further, its contents thump against the inside. Deciding that there is no declarable address label, I shrug and push my way into the brittle tape.
A strange smell wafts fourth the second I get half of the lid open. It reminds me of the chemicals they use in the sterile processing department at the hospital. Rocking back I cover my mouth, the smell infiltrating my taste buds. Drawing a deep breath from from fresher surroundings, I cover my mouth and nose once more with my robe sleeve, and reach into grab the small gauze wrapped Item.
Flinching, I notice the item inside is extremely cold. How something that has been on my front step in the Las Vegas heat, for who knows how long, is sub zero to the touch is beyond me. With shaking fingers, I reach back in and pull the item from the box. Setting the oddly shaped bundle on the table in front of me, a cold chill runs down my spine.
A deep sense of foreboding spreads through me as I fumble with the delicate wrapping. Colder and colder the contents become as I get closer to what is enclosed. I can feel a strange texture through the soft shroud. Whatever is inside has soft edges, save for a hard Ball that seems to float freely at its center. The bandage starts to become discolored as I get to the last layer, so cold it is almost painful to the touch. Finally a small portion of the gauze lifts from the object.
Shrieking when the main surface is exposed I instantly drop it. Its a frozen piece of flesh, more specially a muscle. The tip of a tongue to be exact. The hard ball I felt, a tongue ring. My sisters tongue ring. Some sick fuck has gifted me a piece of my dead sisters body.
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How's that for a comeback?
Until next week :)
Captured
A plain brown box rests on the welcome mat as I approach the front door. This address hasn't been given out to anyone, so I figure it must be from Lucy. Scooping it up, I enter my small above garage apartment.
The stray cat, I have lovingly named fat ass, climbs in through the kitchen window. I leave it open for him, because everyone deserves a roof over their head. Even if it is an overweight, one eyed, tom cat. He purrs in his broken way, that sounds more like snorting than the rhythmic rumble I am used to. I tousle the dread locked hair on his head and open a can of wet food for him before adjourning to the shower. I briefly consider bringing him along for his own bath, but decide against the loss of one of my own eyes.
Wrapping a robe around myself, I return to the main living area. Fatty darts under the table as drops of water from my wet hair fly in his direction. "Wuss," I tease as he growls and swats at my foot.
The box.
Retrieving the strange package from the counter by the door, I sit down at the kitchen table. The small, plain packing box is about six inches square. The top is taped shut with heavy duty paper packing tape. As I turn the box to inspect it further, its contents thump against the inside. Deciding that there is no declarable address label, I shrug and push my way into the brittle tape.
A strange smell wafts fourth the second I get half of the lid open. It reminds me of the chemicals they use in the sterile processing department at the hospital. Rocking back I cover my mouth, the smell infiltrating my taste buds. Drawing a deep breath from from fresher surroundings, I cover my mouth and nose once more with my robe sleeve, and reach into grab the small gauze wrapped Item.
Flinching, I notice the item inside is extremely cold. How something that has been on my front step in the Las Vegas heat, for who knows how long, is sub zero to the touch is beyond me. With shaking fingers, I reach back in and pull the item from the box. Setting the oddly shaped bundle on the table in front of me, a cold chill runs down my spine.
A deep sense of foreboding spreads through me as I fumble with the delicate wrapping. Colder and colder the contents become as I get closer to what is enclosed. I can feel a strange texture through the soft shroud. Whatever is inside has soft edges, save for a hard Ball that seems to float freely at its center. The bandage starts to become discolored as I get to the last layer, so cold it is almost painful to the touch. Finally a small portion of the gauze lifts from the object.
Shrieking when the main surface is exposed I instantly drop it. Its a frozen piece of flesh, more specially a muscle. The tip of a tongue to be exact. The hard ball I felt, a tongue ring. My sisters tongue ring. Some sick fuck has gifted me a piece of my dead sisters body.
************
How's that for a comeback?
Until next week :)
Very good. I can't wait to read more.
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