Creating Darkness

Several years ago I took more than a few creative writing courses in college, where they ask you to step out of your comfort zone and go to places you wouldn’t normally visit. That was difficult to do at first because I didn’t want people who read the stories thinking I  was the person I was writing about. Plus, it’s just not my nature to go there. I normally like light and funny. So it was a little intimidating at first.
I remember a young women in class who wrote a story about being the victim of spousal abuse. When she was done she showed it to her husband who became very upset because he didn’t want her discussing it in class and have anyone think he was that kind of person. It took some serious explaining on her part to get her husband to understand.

But one of the things I came to enjoy most about creative writing is that it allows your imagination to wander freely, if you let it. Even to those places that are dark. You don’t have to be that person, you just have to allow your mind to create a scenario that lets you play with those thoughts. Then it becomes fun.

So…..as a warning, this is short, (micro fiction), but dark story. So if you don’t like dark, please feel free to walk away. I’ll understand.

Surprise Party

It felt heavier and much colder than she remembered. Her palm slid slowly over the carved detail of the handle as her fingers danced impatiently along the curved edges. She placed it on her lap and studied the shape, flipping the latch up and down until she wasn’t sure what was safe. It didn’t matter. Today was his birthday and he loved surprises.

She put on his favorite dress and fixed her hair up high. He liked it that way. He said it made her eyes shine real pretty. As if her eyes had anything to do with anything.

She picked up the gun and looked into the barrel, closing one eye and searching for life in its darkness. She thought about her friends, what they would say and who would be standing in this space tomorrow.

She was glad she remembered to leave the cleaning supplies on the kitchen counter.

She raised the edge of the barrel to her lips, letting her tongue lick the tip before sliding it into her mouth. When she removed it, she rubbed the wet coolness against her cheek. She wondered if it would hurt when it was over.

She heard his car door close in the driveway, grinned and stood up quickly out of habit.

He walked in and moved his eyes over her slowly, expectantly. “My favorite dress, ” he said smiling. “You remembered.”

She raised the gun under her chin with the barrel pointing up. “How could I forget,” she whispered.

 

24 thoughts on “Creating Darkness

  1. Dale

    Excellent! Very well done… Sure you don’t want to join in on the Friday Fictioneers? It really allows you to go anywhere ~ but in 100 words or less! 😉

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  2. The Ranting Monkey

    I enjoyed this a lot. Very well done.

    And, you touched on something that often stops me from writing. I know where my mind wanders and I do worry about what people will think when they see where it goes.

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    1. George Post author

      I think that concerns a lot of people and its sometimes difficult to get past, especially when you’re in the middle of something and you have an idea and want to take it in a certain direction. People just have to understand it’s fiction, a creative process, not like a songwriter or artist.

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  3. In My Cluttered Attic

    Well… did she pull the trigger on that Super Soaker or not? I can’t wait until the next chapter to find out if she sends the dress out to the dry cleaners, or if he pulls out a water pistol and it becomes an all out war! But in all seriousness—that was pretty damn good George. ;O)

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      1. George Post author

        Now why didn’t I think of that title before. It’s perfect for that story. That’s why you need to stick around. Your originality is inspiring…:) Are you sure you’re not from Kansas?

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    1. George Post author

      There are generations who probably don’t remember him. So half of those who may read this will think it’s genius and the other half will shake their heads. Sort of like what happens when someone writes something anyway.

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