S.I.C.K. four

S.I.C.K. four

A Story by J.benjamin Rose
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a draft

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 So, this is our deal is it?

Blood on my hands shields you from my vision? Cease my existence when the works done. No soul to burn, no body to bury; from that book my name is erased.

 

A soft bell and the elevator opens.

          Deal.

I touch them each with my eyes, my hands, and litter the room with bodies.

Tiles shake loose their walls. Clocks fall, their inept hands gesturing failingly.

How pathetic this stillness.

I barely sweat before dripping in shadows down the stairs.

 

 

© 2008 J.benjamin Rose


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Wow. Criz-azy... Do I sense ACTUAL murder? So it's not just a story. I've been wondering about that. Can't wait for part five. This is all so imaginative and captivating. GREAT STUFF!
KH

Posted 16 Years Ago



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J.benjamin Rose
J.benjamin Rose

Chapel Hill, NC



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Born In Alabama, I have traveled through fourteen countries, been shot, had bombs explode around me, been divorced, have a son by a wonderful person (and excellent writer) and had hundreds of jobs.. more..

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