Lunatic!

11 June 2008 at 9:01 pm 1 comment

After writing this, I even accept to myself I need some sort of pshycologist (some time or other I WILL write about why psycologists are a terrible waste of time) . Anyway, I thought of this “short story” as I was walking home on a nice, sunny evening, and well, I just had to write it down :–) In case you are to thick to realize, the last paragraph is the same as the 2nd… no, it wasn’t a mistake- it was done pupusefully. It’s to indicate continuance… a luncatic has  no limits, and, even though they don’t seem it, almost everyone could be a luncatic.

 

A spine-chilling cry sounds through the air. It ripples across the whole neighbourhood, and it startles every person.

 

A child playing with her dolls begins crying without reason, and cannot stop. A pregnant mother begins to go to labour months early. An aged man, resting in the sun, has a heart attack and does not awake. A fast-paced businessman hurrying home stops short and begins running. A bunch of teenagers taking drugs in the park drop them, flee, and never return. A shoe-shop keeper faints.

 

The only person who realises what just happened was a butcher. He’s already heard this sound. It is the sound of an animal’s guts being ripped from their bodies. Only this is not any animal. This is a human. He is shaken, but he is too late.

 

Someone stands at his door, grinning. Closing his eyes, he hopes the gut-ripping lunatic would be found some day, although it is doubtful. He is a respectful person in the community. With an agonising scream, which ripples across the whole neighbourhood, his guts are ripped out.

 

A child playing with her dolls begins crying without reason, and cannot stop. A pregnant mother begins to go to labour months early. An aged man, resting in the sun, has a heart attack and does not awake. A fast-paced businessman hurrying home stops short and begins running. A bunch of teenagers taking drugs in the park drop them, flee, and never return. A shoe-shop keeper faints.

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  • 1. leafless  |  15 June 2008 at 6:12 pm

    “The only person who realises what just happened was a butcher. He’s already heard this sound. It is the sound of an animal’s guts being ripped from their bodies. Only this is not any animal. This is a human. He is shaken, but he is too late.”

    Speechless.

    Reply

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