Shards of Glass from the Window of the Inc.
During the writing of any story, you get some sentences that walk into your head complete, and you musty simply find the place that they fit in. Some times you get little fragments that don't fit anywhere, but when you put those fragments together they make something completely lovely.
Key:
/slashes/- characters the shard focuses on
(Parentheses) Told from that character's point of view
:Colon: About the character, but not from their eyes
Bold- first person POV
Underline- 3Rd person POV
Italic- ?
I. Inside /(2d) :Noodle/
We are inside and she is outside.
How did she get there?
Who cares?
Back to the music. Back to the feeling. She's missing out.
II. Pounce /(2d)/
I had a cat when I was a child. She used to hide in the grass, waiting for birds to land, and when they were distracted she pounced on them, breaking their little bones, playing with them. Then she would eat the bird, and crawl into my lap giving this big, content purr.
The Inc. purred around me.
III. Sunshine /(2d)/
All the poisons have wonderful colors.
The pills come in all shades of the rainbow, pinks and blues and fluorescent greens, and most of all, sunshine-yellow. I guess that's why they call it sunshine in a bag. How ironic, that when you take it your world grows dim.
IV. Paper /(2d)/
You weren't allowed to have paper here. No books, no artwork, they even took the labels off the drinks. Once I had something written for me. The shapes of the letters on the paper held something mystical to them, some power. Maybe that was why they took it away.
V .Smells /(2d)/
If I closed my eyes I could see outside, if I blocked my ears I could hear the crickets chirping. I couldn't stop the smells. There was puke and booze and the lingering smoke of hallucination-sticks. Even when I was against the glass, I could never smell fresh air.
VI. Broken Glass
Another life lost in the Inc.
The boy had tried to jump through the window, but instead he was cut to ribbons on the broken glass.
They left his body there as a warning.
VII. Screens /(2d)/
The screens were always on. They projected all kinds of things, not just the faces of the Inc. Sometimes, the pictures were so real, I was convinced they were the reality and the window was fiction.
VII. Vampires. :2d/
The bruise was purple, with brown and yellow around the edges, spreading darkly across deathly-pale skin.
"Where did you get that?"
"It's where the vampires sucked out my soul."
IX. Bracelet
They had given each other silver bracelets with each other's names engraved on them. When the Inc. took them in, they took both bracelets and broke them in half.
Later on she used the very same broken shard to cut away the pain.
X. Apple. /(2d)/
This was my apple, this is my forbidden fruit. But now that my eyes are open, I want to be blind again.
XI. Blood. /(2d) :Noodle/
Her blood smelled like copper.
The more I scrubbed, the more it sank. Through my skin and into my soul.
XII. Flames and Ashes /(2d) :Noodle/
When the Island went down, the flames could be seen for miles. Those flames, the ones that were fuelled to burn by her flesh. Someone please, please scatter the ashes…
XIII. Falling /(Murdoc) :2D/
"It was so high up, falling would take years," he said softly. "Maybe you would just fall and fall and there would never be a death, you'd just fall for all eternity."
I said nothing, just looked out the window at the ground I couldn't see"
XIV. Name :Murdoc/
There was no name to call out in the moment of passion for him, no word to call each face that he kissed. So instead he called them nothing at all.
XV Snakes :Murdoc/
She had a snake tattooed on her right calf.
Wasn't it the snake that had tempted Eve? Just as it was this snake that tempted him. Goodbye, Eden.
XVI. Dead
"I figured it out- why we're here, how we've gotten here."
"How is that?"
"We're dead."
"But is this Heaven, or is it hell?"
"What if there's neither? Nothing but THIS?"
XVII. Food :Russel/
Some poisoned themselves with drugs, some with sex. He poisoned himself with the food. He ate and ate but couldn't satiate his appetite. He was eating himself to death.
XVII. Suicide /(2d)/
In the end, time here was slow suicide. Each drink I drank, each girl I screwed, I died a little more inside. Slit my wrists or hang myself; that would only speed things up. I was dying anyway, and the tower would be my tombstone.
XIX. Games :Murdoc/
I put down my hand. He put down his.
Aces, four aces. I lost, he won.
He laughed. His laugh was guttural. "You're mine now, sweetheart."
Sometimes all you have to place a bet on is yourself, and all you have to gamble with is your life. I didn't even have that anymore.
XX. Fall from Grace :Murdoc/
Every day he was up there on the stage, all of those hands touching him. And every day I hated him more. The time was going to come when he was going to fall from grace. And I was going to be the one to push him.
What do you think? Anyhow, i know this style is a little unconventional. Please forgive me.
