BanaBloom Ficlet
I used the almost totally random prompt generator to get a prompt and make myself write. It was a 10-minute exercise so this is just a tiny ficlet-y thing. No sex involved.
Prompt: (write for) 10 minutes * conflict * hiding in the dark
Characters: Eric and Orlando
Disclaimer: Not true, didn't happen, this is all fiction and not for profit.
Word count: 338
Orlando struggled to control his breathing. He knew his life depended upon his silence. He didn't want the sound of his rapid, gasping breaths to give him away, but it was so hard not to make any noise with the white-hot pain. Blood oozed from the gunshot wound in his leg. He tried hard not to cry out as he applied pressure to it to slow the bleeding.
Calm down. Breathe. Think of where he'd look for you.
The dark kept his location secret for now. Orli slowly crawled along the smooth floor as quietly as he could. The bedroom closet would not work; Eric would look there. Under the bed was out of the question; he'd certainly check. He knew the police were on their way, but that didn't matter because Eric still had the gun.
"Where did you go, you little bastard?" Eric raged in the next room. There was a resounding thud of a fist on the desk and then what sounded like perhaps the computer crashing to the floor.
Orlando dragged himself painfully into the en suite bathroom and opened the small cabinet beneath the sink. He only ever kept a shallow pan down there because the sink leaked a bit, so the cabinet was fairly empty. He crawled inside, folding his lanky form uncomfortably in the tight space, and wedged himself behind the drain pipe, pulling the doors shut gently with his fingertips at the bottom edge just in time.
The bathroom door was kicked open and Eric stormed in. Thankfully Eric would not see the telltale smears of blood because he'd started this rampage by cutting the power to avoid tripping Orlando's alarm. Eric was furious beyond reason at this point. He was dangerous and powerful and armed.
Orlando focused on steadying his breathing.
Footsteps scraped just outside the cabinet doors.
The police are on their way. Hold on. It'll be okay. Just breathe. He won't find you.
A gun cocked loudly in the darkness.
Prompt: (write for) 10 minutes * conflict * hiding in the dark
Characters: Eric and Orlando
Disclaimer: Not true, didn't happen, this is all fiction and not for profit.
Word count: 338
Orlando struggled to control his breathing. He knew his life depended upon his silence. He didn't want the sound of his rapid, gasping breaths to give him away, but it was so hard not to make any noise with the white-hot pain. Blood oozed from the gunshot wound in his leg. He tried hard not to cry out as he applied pressure to it to slow the bleeding.
Calm down. Breathe. Think of where he'd look for you.
The dark kept his location secret for now. Orli slowly crawled along the smooth floor as quietly as he could. The bedroom closet would not work; Eric would look there. Under the bed was out of the question; he'd certainly check. He knew the police were on their way, but that didn't matter because Eric still had the gun.
"Where did you go, you little bastard?" Eric raged in the next room. There was a resounding thud of a fist on the desk and then what sounded like perhaps the computer crashing to the floor.
Orlando dragged himself painfully into the en suite bathroom and opened the small cabinet beneath the sink. He only ever kept a shallow pan down there because the sink leaked a bit, so the cabinet was fairly empty. He crawled inside, folding his lanky form uncomfortably in the tight space, and wedged himself behind the drain pipe, pulling the doors shut gently with his fingertips at the bottom edge just in time.
The bathroom door was kicked open and Eric stormed in. Thankfully Eric would not see the telltale smears of blood because he'd started this rampage by cutting the power to avoid tripping Orlando's alarm. Eric was furious beyond reason at this point. He was dangerous and powerful and armed.
Orlando focused on steadying his breathing.
Footsteps scraped just outside the cabinet doors.
The police are on their way. Hold on. It'll be okay. Just breathe. He won't find you.
A gun cocked loudly in the darkness.