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Post by KaussKauss on Jul 31, 2016 13:49:24 GMT -8
Sentence: I pressed my ear to the door and listened.
Rules:
- This sentence does not have to be the first sentence of your story.
- Do not exceed 800 words.
- The minimum is 300 words.
- Get your mind out of the gutter.
Go!
Perhaps we will conduct a poll to determine a winner. Winner wins...a victory dance. Yay!
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Post by notfromthiscentury on Aug 10, 2016 21:40:55 GMT -8
The sound of a lamp crashing to the hardwood floor of the living room caught my attention. I straightened up from my spot in the bathtub, fully attentive now at the sound of voices rising. Concern knotted in my stomach, twisting at my insides for the two going through an argument for what seemed like the fifth time just today. I wasn't quite sure what it was even about.
Ever since the two friends of mine arrived at my house they seemed… different. Their demeanors were off from last time I saw them, eyes switchy, jumping at the smallest movements. I tried not to pay much attention to it, they were still my friends even if they seemed on edge on their vacation to visit me. Though it struck me as odd after the years we weren't in contact before the sudden want to rekindle our old friendships.
I hadn't seen the pair in what felt like ages; we all grew up on the same street and knew each other practically all our lives. The girl with a red mass of curls and freckles speckled across her rosy cheeks and the boy with eyes the colour of the sun shining through a bottle of whiskey were the visions that filled my childhood. I knew them about as well as I knew myself. But the couple that were in my living room with voices raised at a shrill level weren't the friends I remembered. Wherever they had disappeared to for all that time had definitely changed them, and I wasn't sure I could come to like this new change.
From where I was in the tub, I moved to get out and pull my towel on around myself. Ignoring the sting of the cold tile on my bare feet I made my way to the door, hoping to hear them better. I was never one to condone eavesdropping but confusion conflicted my moral view in this moment. I pressed my ear to the door and listened.
A deep voice, almost like a growl was the most prominent of the two voices. The second sounding meek as if she was sobbing after each phrase.
I could make out what they were saying now with my ear on the wooden door. “-we gonna do?” cried the woman and I could picture her pink lip quivering as her blue eyes shone glossy from the tears.
“Stop being paranoid! No one knows, and no one will ever know.” He sounded angry, I had never heard him like this before. It scared me.
“But the police are onto us! You know they are gonna find us sooner or later… We deserve to go down for what we did! Can't you see that?”
“Enough!” A palm came down hard on what sounded like one of the tables in the room.
My heart skipped a beat at the thud. It was like a clap of thunder, striking fear into my chest after it. I pulled my towel tighter around myself as I pulled back from the door. Releasing a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, I returned my ear to the door to continue listening.
“-if she finds out?” was the soft question from her.
“She won't. Don't even account for it. She's too naive to even think that anything’s up. Hell, we could even tell her about the murder and she would laugh it off like it was a joke.”
A sharp intake of air and my world seeming to freeze in that moment prevented me from hearing any more. I felt completely numb. Unable to move for fear that if I did this cruel dream of mine would turn out to be real. My wide eyes flickered around my bathroom as I took a few uneasy steps backwards. In an instant a switch went off, I went from dumbstruck to a fearful wreck searching for my phone. In the midst of my rush to find the device that I could have sworn was with me, I managed to swing my arm and cause all my toiletries to fall off the counter. My pulse jumped at the mess on the floor.
“Shit! I thought she was out!” He growled and the two barged into the bathroom making me fall back and crawl towards the tub.
Everything happened in such a rush all I could do was cry at the sight of her arguing with him before he shoved her off and pulled a gun from the waistband of his jeans. He held it and lifted it up to point straight at my bug-eyed gaze.
I stared into the amber eyes that I thought I knew all my life as to be innocent. A sob clawed up my throat as I knelt on the tile floor begging him not to do this, “Please! No!” I coaxed.
I saw a flash of guilt cross his face as he sucked in a breath. “I'm so sorry Val…” the gun cocked and I wept, tears streaming down my cheeks. “But you know too much.”
I panted out gasps and met those brown eyes as the sound of the gun fired.
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Post by notfromthiscentury on Aug 10, 2016 21:41:26 GMT -8
Well, I was over by a bit but no one else did the prompt so why not. XD
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Post by KaussKauss on Aug 11, 2016 12:49:25 GMT -8
Well, I was over by a bit but no one else did the prompt so why not. XD Hey, you don't see me complaining! You'll win by default if no one else joins. |
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Post by Dragonmaster on Aug 12, 2016 14:45:24 GMT -8
It had been a pretty long and weary day thus far. Getting back home from what seemed to be an eternity of a day was the highlight of it. When you had my type of job, you’d understand. I threw my keys onto the counter, then went straight to my room for some well deserved rest.
Flipping through the channels, I stumbled upon the news. I laid on my bed, and listened to what the newscaster had to say this time around. She was talking about a bear attack that had occurred at the park earlier that day. “Ha. If people actually knew the truth.” I mumbled beneath my breath. The anchor droned on with the detail of the ‘bear’ attack, as I put away my tools from work.
After about fifteen minutes of relaxing, something suddenly crashed onto the ground, leaving the sound of shattering glass filling the empty house. It would've been fine,seeing if my girlfriend had gotten home and knocked something down by mistake. But not now, seeing as I had no girlfriend and lived alone in a relatively quiet neighborhood.
My hands were quick to reach for the dagger I had stashed in my drawer for this very type of occasion. I pressed my ear to the door, and listened. The sound of floor boards being crushed underneath heavy footsteps seemed to grow ever closer. Then the sound of low and deep growl came from just outside the wooden frame, one that was all too familiar.
“Oh shi-” I began before suddenly being thrown across the room as the door was sent hurtling from its hinges. Dazed and very confused, my eyes fixed onto the piercing yellow eyes that seemed to look into my soul. From a distance, the dark figure would’ve looked like a bear, its dark and ominous features gave it that illusion; but up close, it was a completely different story. The dagger-like teeth paired with four sets of perfectly sharpened claws, tensed muscles that looked ready to pounce, and a deadly barbed tail.
“Hell hound..” the words whispered underneath my breath, “I thought I dealt with you at the park you piece of demonic shit.” Probably not my best word choice for the beast lunged forward at me, claws and teeth bared and ready to sink into my neck. With only moments to spare, my body rolled to the side as the hound took a chunk out of my dresser. Before being able to react, the barbed tail swung at my chest, knocking the wind out of me, and sent me into the side of my bed.
There was a sharp pain in my shoulder, as I realized the claw that was now digging into my skin. When my eyes adjusted, the yellow eyes were looking into mine. You’d expect to see hatred and anger, but all I could see was pain in the depths of those golden eyes. Excruciating pain, as if it were living in a hell on Earth.
Anyone else would’ve tried to say something to comfort the beast, try to make it feel better, and a couple years back I might have too…but not this time.
“Like hell if I’m gonna fall for that little facade.” and with that, the sharp howl of the beast escaped from its jaws. Clawing itself, the hound tried to get a grasp on whatever it was that had been plunged into its back. The gleaming metal caught in the moonlight, the silver dagger sunk deeply into the skin of the beast. Sounds of further anguish came as the hellhound writhered in pain as the silver, one of the only weapons we had against demons, worked its magic. “It’s time for you to go back home.” I said to the hound. Making one more attempt to end me, the creature lunged once more. But before it ever made contact, it dissipated into ash, and the dagger fell to the ground.
After grabbing the dagger from the floor, i sank into my bed. Letting out a sigh, I said to myself “One day. I just want to go one day without having to deal with a demon.” Sighing again, I turned over and tried to finally get some rest. Before sleep could take me, another low growl came from the hallway. This time it sounded deeper, bigger, more menacing, and it seemed pissed over what had just happened. “You have got to be kidding me.” |
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Post by KaussKauss on Aug 16, 2016 12:47:28 GMT -8
Oooh, this is a tough one. I'll throw some messages around and see if anyone else wants to submit a story. If not, then it's just down to you two.
Thank you both for entertaining me with your creativity!
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