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 Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 5:35 pm
I actually wrote this for a contest in another guild, but I want to share it here.
It's a quick story I was inspired to write after reading a few of stories by Ernest Hemingway, thus the style it's written in is like his.
The scariness is all up to you. Thanks for the iceburg theory Hemingway!
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 5:37 pm
PLACETick-tock, tick-tock. This sound echoed throughout the space, dark and silent otherwise.
PLACE“It’s almost comforting, that sound, it is,” said a man.
PLACE“That all depends,” said another.
PLACE“Oh, perhaps not for you. I rather like the sound myself.”
PLACE“It would get on my nerves.”
PLACE“A lot of things tend to.”
PLACE“I don’t know how you live with it.”
PLACE“I don’t know what you mean. I don’t live with it all, it just is. Now, do stop that talk of the sound. You’ll spoil it, you will.”
PLACEThe second man fell silent, staring out into the dark space. It was cold, he thought, just a touch. Perhaps? Yes. No, it was sticky. Cold and sticky. That was odd. But it wasn’t though, right? No, probably not. ‘Didn’t know. It was quiet and the ticking was annoying.
PLACE“Is there anything else to this place?”
PLACE“Not that you’d like, and not right now. You’ve got to go soon anyway, right? Wouldn’t that be nice then?”
PLACE“You should know.”
PLACE“I would, but I won’t say. Odd isn’t it? You think I could tell you now.”
PLACE“I would.”
PLACE“A shame then.”
PLACEGrowling in the distance, though neither man turned. It remained in the background, leaving the ticking loudest still.
PLACE“That damned ticking will drive me insane!”
PLACE“It’s fine until then.”
PLACE“That’s your favorite word, isn’t it? Until, that is.”
PLACE“I am simply saying what is so. You’ve only ever got until something happens, then you can’t go back.”
PLACE“Can’t I though?”
PLACE“No. That’s against the rules.”
PLACERumbling as somewhere something opened.
PLACE“Ah, time for you to leave.”
PLACE“Is that so? I suppose there’ll be no getting out of it then. I was getting tired of that damned ticking anyway.” The man answered, standing and heading off.
PLACE“Everyone does,” muttered the remaining man. “No one ever appreciates the sound.”
PLACEHe turned his head, staring at the body beside him lying in a pool of its own blood. The lifeless eyes stared after the man as he walked away.
PLACEThe space was silent.
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