© 2010 Josh chocolate-sauce

Excerpt from a yet to be written novel.

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… why he always watched the door. With the splintered shaft twisted into his shoulder his left arm was useless, trying to undo the latch was a futile effort, and the smoke filling the room was making his eyes water and his lungs burn. He had two minutes, at most. He would not scream.

Charles slouched into the old rocking chair at the water’s edge, the dry pine rocker creaking with the sudden strain.  He absentmindedly turned the glossy green apple on his fingertips, testing it’s pristine skin with his thumb, seeking out imperfections.  His left hand held the knife, which unfolded with a flick of his thumb, blade locking into place with a snap.  Never taking his eyes off the lake, he pierced the skin, forcing the blade beneath the surface, twisting it deftly, and began the slow even rotation that would leave the apple flayed, naked, and vulnerable.   Echoing across the lake, the screams faded to rasping cries, and eventually ceased completely, soon, the only sound was the wind playing across the trees and the gentle crackling of the fire.

3 Comments

  1. Kim
    Posted June 17, 2010 at 2:16 pm | #

    sucks

  2. Josh
    Posted June 17, 2010 at 3:04 pm | #

    Fuck you Kim, you ass-slut.

  3. Matthew
    Posted June 18, 2010 at 6:02 am | #

    Panda’s face looks like a windhsielded bumblebee.

    Handsome is going to murder you.

    Story is pleasant.

    Freckle-girl knows she’s cute, but is self-conscious anyway.

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