WRITER'S BLOCK
Ok... I written a little something. and I have NO idea where to go from here. I'm stuck.
So here it is.
* * - killer’s thought
*Well, hello, I didn’t expect to see you here.*
Sympathy smiled. “No. I suppose you wouldn’t, would you?”
*Not really.*
“I understand. We haven’t crossed paths for quite sometime.” Sympathy turned its gaze upon a clad body sprawled across the floor. It wasn’t moving. No breath issued from her lips; no heart pumped within its chest; no muscles tensed ever so slightly from wrath or fear, nor did they writhe in violent spasms from unbearable pain. It just laid there like a lifeless doll, with its glazed bright eyes, porcelain pale flesh, and unwavering coldness- which it had undoubtedly had acquired by now.
Strange how that stagnant body was once moving, screaming even- only a few minuets ago- strange how that inanimate doll once had a name. Did it still have a name now that it was dead?
“She had so much to live for! She had innumerable things to accomplish, and you’ve taken that way for good…” stated a newcomer named Guilt.
He was startled. *You! What are you doing here?*
“Guilt was brought here by you, as am I,” said a third voice, Shame. It pronounced its words with acridity and vileness, allowing repulsion to drip from its words. “I’m surprised, I must say. I didn’t think you even had the power to be ashamed of yourself…”
*Go away.* It was a simple request. *Leave me alone.*
“Oh, but where’s the fun in that!” cried a fourth voice. Malignity. “We’ve just gotten here!”
“Indeed we have,” replied Guilt, “but too late it seems…”
“You should not have done this,” a new voice -Regret- spoke. “You should have never done this…”
*Look. I have no idea what you are talking about. I don’t remember.*
“Oh yes, play the amnesia card,” retorted Shame. “She suffered so much and it’s all your fault.”
Malignity laughed; “Yes, yes, and she squirmed like a strangled snake!”
“It is not a humorous matter,” Regret countered. “She was wrongfully murdered! He should not have killed her or torture her so. He should have not touched her at all!”
“She didn’t wonder here on purpose,” said Sympathy. “It was just a misunderstanding.”
“Oh sure! That’s always the case,” Malignity drawled as ruthlessly as possible. “Always a stupid, little accident with you.”
“It was stupid on his part.” Shame growled. “Though certainly not an accident nor ‘little’ as you so blatantly put it.”
“Murder is never a little thing,” Guilt whispered.
“Well she shouldn’t have been so terribly curious,” a lazy voice joins in. Indifference. “That’s what happens to curious people. Why waste our time bickering and clashing our tongues, then?”
“Because this inconceivable act should have never happened!” thundered Regret.
The killer didn’t turn his gaze toward her. Not because he couldn’t, but because he choose not to. This made not sense at all. Why were these voices talking to him now, of all times? Did they not get it? He contained to remembrance for what lead to this event. The killer hung his head low at a side, as if all these voices were to emerge from his ear and descend to the floor. They continued to flap their phantom lips which gave birth to a buzzing sound that echoed and vibrated inside his skull.
A scream of guilt, of regret, of everything that was lecturing him in his head began to build up deep in his chest, and as it traveled to his mouth, his throat tightened only allowing a smothered growl to seep through his teeth. His mind grasped fragments of words and phrases among these invaders. Invisible hands forced his stare to meet her empty eyes.
Why should he feel such emotion? He had no connection what so ever. She appeared to be a simple girl, just a face in the crowd.
“Yes,” Indifference agreed, “she was like everyone else. Human. So terribly foolish, you know, letting their emotions control them.” Indifference’s voice faded. Did he dare to reveal the obvious truth? A pause of silence filled the air that was disturbed by his steady breath. There was a void of absence with this man. He was able to conjure the feelings necessary for self-disapproval, but where was the darkness? Every being had darkness to them. The size would vary but it was always deep within the person.
The killer gave a vigorous shake of his head. *No. I am not hearing this. There is no one here but me and the dead girl. The dead girl. What should I do with her? I certainly couldn’t leave her here in the open.*
“She’s dead for goodness sake!” raved Malignity, “Do you think that would matter to her? She is dead! Oh yes, bury her, I’ll bet she’ll pop right back to life to give you recognition.” His voice was turn to a more sarcastic.
The killer ignored the sarcasm. *I’ll do that.*
He came to his feet, still feeling dreadful for the poor dear, but he had convinced himself that he was not the cause of her death. Ironically, only half of it was his doing.
Any suggestions?
So here it is.
* * - killer’s thought
*Well, hello, I didn’t expect to see you here.*
Sympathy smiled. “No. I suppose you wouldn’t, would you?”
*Not really.*
“I understand. We haven’t crossed paths for quite sometime.” Sympathy turned its gaze upon a clad body sprawled across the floor. It wasn’t moving. No breath issued from her lips; no heart pumped within its chest; no muscles tensed ever so slightly from wrath or fear, nor did they writhe in violent spasms from unbearable pain. It just laid there like a lifeless doll, with its glazed bright eyes, porcelain pale flesh, and unwavering coldness- which it had undoubtedly had acquired by now.
Strange how that stagnant body was once moving, screaming even- only a few minuets ago- strange how that inanimate doll once had a name. Did it still have a name now that it was dead?
“She had so much to live for! She had innumerable things to accomplish, and you’ve taken that way for good…” stated a newcomer named Guilt.
He was startled. *You! What are you doing here?*
“Guilt was brought here by you, as am I,” said a third voice, Shame. It pronounced its words with acridity and vileness, allowing repulsion to drip from its words. “I’m surprised, I must say. I didn’t think you even had the power to be ashamed of yourself…”
*Go away.* It was a simple request. *Leave me alone.*
“Oh, but where’s the fun in that!” cried a fourth voice. Malignity. “We’ve just gotten here!”
“Indeed we have,” replied Guilt, “but too late it seems…”
“You should not have done this,” a new voice -Regret- spoke. “You should have never done this…”
*Look. I have no idea what you are talking about. I don’t remember.*
“Oh yes, play the amnesia card,” retorted Shame. “She suffered so much and it’s all your fault.”
Malignity laughed; “Yes, yes, and she squirmed like a strangled snake!”
“It is not a humorous matter,” Regret countered. “She was wrongfully murdered! He should not have killed her or torture her so. He should have not touched her at all!”
“She didn’t wonder here on purpose,” said Sympathy. “It was just a misunderstanding.”
“Oh sure! That’s always the case,” Malignity drawled as ruthlessly as possible. “Always a stupid, little accident with you.”
“It was stupid on his part.” Shame growled. “Though certainly not an accident nor ‘little’ as you so blatantly put it.”
“Murder is never a little thing,” Guilt whispered.
“Well she shouldn’t have been so terribly curious,” a lazy voice joins in. Indifference. “That’s what happens to curious people. Why waste our time bickering and clashing our tongues, then?”
“Because this inconceivable act should have never happened!” thundered Regret.
The killer didn’t turn his gaze toward her. Not because he couldn’t, but because he choose not to. This made not sense at all. Why were these voices talking to him now, of all times? Did they not get it? He contained to remembrance for what lead to this event. The killer hung his head low at a side, as if all these voices were to emerge from his ear and descend to the floor. They continued to flap their phantom lips which gave birth to a buzzing sound that echoed and vibrated inside his skull.
A scream of guilt, of regret, of everything that was lecturing him in his head began to build up deep in his chest, and as it traveled to his mouth, his throat tightened only allowing a smothered growl to seep through his teeth. His mind grasped fragments of words and phrases among these invaders. Invisible hands forced his stare to meet her empty eyes.
Why should he feel such emotion? He had no connection what so ever. She appeared to be a simple girl, just a face in the crowd.
“Yes,” Indifference agreed, “she was like everyone else. Human. So terribly foolish, you know, letting their emotions control them.” Indifference’s voice faded. Did he dare to reveal the obvious truth? A pause of silence filled the air that was disturbed by his steady breath. There was a void of absence with this man. He was able to conjure the feelings necessary for self-disapproval, but where was the darkness? Every being had darkness to them. The size would vary but it was always deep within the person.
The killer gave a vigorous shake of his head. *No. I am not hearing this. There is no one here but me and the dead girl. The dead girl. What should I do with her? I certainly couldn’t leave her here in the open.*
“She’s dead for goodness sake!” raved Malignity, “Do you think that would matter to her? She is dead! Oh yes, bury her, I’ll bet she’ll pop right back to life to give you recognition.” His voice was turn to a more sarcastic.
The killer ignored the sarcasm. *I’ll do that.*
He came to his feet, still feeling dreadful for the poor dear, but he had convinced himself that he was not the cause of her death. Ironically, only half of it was his doing.
Any suggestions?