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So we did a thing at writer's group tonight, in which we had ten minutes to write... a particular thing. I'll post my nonsense first and then tell you what the assignment was, for full comic effect. *G*
They knew. They had to have known. No, they couldn’t have known. But here he was alone in this particular cell, just when the rain had finally stopped.
And when the rain stopped… When the rain stopped, it came back, scritchy-scritchy, crawling up through the pipes that provided his only breath of outside air these days.
Maybe he had only imagined that the rain had stopped. He shut his eyes and pressed his cheek against the cold wall, straining to hear the distant burble of water in the eaves, but he couldn’t hear a damn thing over his own pounding heart, except…
scritchy-scritchy
He shouldn’t be able to hear that sound, but he could, he could. In this cell that was as cold and dark as the bottom of the sea, he shouldn’t have been able to see the glint of too many little eyes from the corner of the room, the sheen of eight bristly legs.
His skin was crawling and a shudder ran down his spine, so violent that it made his muscles lock.
scritchy-scritchy
He moaned in mindless horror as it dropped from the lip of the pipe and skittered towards him. No blessed rain to wash the damn thing away now, and here he was with iron around his wrists and nowhere to run. He could flick it off, but the cell was so dark and the thing was so small and fast and he would lose track of it and it would be on him, all over him. He would have to sleep eventually and there would be nothing to stop it from making a home of his hair, his ragged clothing, oh god, his ears…
scritchy-scritchy
The rain had stopped, and he started to scream.
Can you guess the assignment? We were meant to do a rewrite of "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider" from someone else's perspective. XD I am wrong in the head. And also critically overdramatic and italics-abusive. BEAR IN MIND THE TEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT!
Am, apparently, in family court tomorrow morning. Would've been nice to have a bit more advance warning on that, but what can ya do?
... And I was going to say a bunch of other stuff about work, but I don't really feel like it. NEENER.
They knew. They had to have known. No, they couldn’t have known. But here he was alone in this particular cell, just when the rain had finally stopped.
And when the rain stopped… When the rain stopped, it came back, scritchy-scritchy, crawling up through the pipes that provided his only breath of outside air these days.
Maybe he had only imagined that the rain had stopped. He shut his eyes and pressed his cheek against the cold wall, straining to hear the distant burble of water in the eaves, but he couldn’t hear a damn thing over his own pounding heart, except…
scritchy-scritchy
He shouldn’t be able to hear that sound, but he could, he could. In this cell that was as cold and dark as the bottom of the sea, he shouldn’t have been able to see the glint of too many little eyes from the corner of the room, the sheen of eight bristly legs.
His skin was crawling and a shudder ran down his spine, so violent that it made his muscles lock.
scritchy-scritchy
He moaned in mindless horror as it dropped from the lip of the pipe and skittered towards him. No blessed rain to wash the damn thing away now, and here he was with iron around his wrists and nowhere to run. He could flick it off, but the cell was so dark and the thing was so small and fast and he would lose track of it and it would be on him, all over him. He would have to sleep eventually and there would be nothing to stop it from making a home of his hair, his ragged clothing, oh god, his ears…
scritchy-scritchy
The rain had stopped, and he started to scream.
Can you guess the assignment? We were meant to do a rewrite of "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider" from someone else's perspective. XD I am wrong in the head. And also critically overdramatic and italics-abusive. BEAR IN MIND THE TEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT!
Am, apparently, in family court tomorrow morning. Would've been nice to have a bit more advance warning on that, but what can ya do?
... And I was going to say a bunch of other stuff about work, but I don't really feel like it. NEENER.