Brandon 2
KitaSated Heart
July 10th 2007 14:16
PROMPT - Write a piece of Fiction starting with the sentence "He'd warned her about the book.
He’d warned her about the book. He even told her that. “I warned you about the book,” he said.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really.”
They looked at each other. The truth was he hadn’t actually warned her about the book. He lied.
She thought for a moment. “Hey, hang on. You didn’t really warn me about the book. You lied.”
“Um, uh, well…”
It was one of those moments where one second feels like one minute. One of those awkward, silly moments.
She looked at the book title. It was called Sated Heart.
He leant forward to grab the book. “Well, the book is dangerous. It listens too well.”
She stepped back. “No, finders keepers. Plus, you’re a liar.”
He pursed his lips. He farted but didn’t tell her. He always passed gas when he was tense. It was an embarrassing trait. He tried to grab the book off her again with some force, but she slapped him.
He touched his cheek. “I need the book. I’m serious. I really, really need it now.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he looked away from her, pressing his fist against his chest, “because something’s missing.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re just sad.”
He insisted. “But you’re already happy.”
“I’m not. I found it first, anyway.” She ran her fingers over the cover of the book. Her fingers moved gently at first, but then gained some speed, pressing down a little harder. Her fingers were moist and spun in little clockwise circles. The book pulsated. She tried not to moan. The book kept silent.
It was at that moment, that single, divine moment, when her finger gained more sweat and her lips parted open and she lost herself to temptation, that her falsely benign revelation became a living monster and drenched her. It showered her, and the water became a suffocating plastic, and her heart beat faster and faster and no longer did she want to moan – she wanted to escape. But she couldn’t escape. She wanted to flee, but she always wanted to stand ground. She clenched onto the book and it took over her heart. She was naked by then, naked and shiny, and her heart was growing, and eventually, it burst in her chest, and besides a runny warmth, she felt nothing new. She died, pretending to smile.
Finally alone, he cried. He slumped against the wall, the dead girl in front of him, the book alive in front of him. He crawled towards Sated Heart and picked it up. He browsed through the pages. He knew that he was a liar, but he was sorry, and the book forgave him, and he embraced it, and the pages decided to wear his words.
He’d warned her about the book. He even told her that. “I warned you about the book,” he said.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really.”
They looked at each other. The truth was he hadn’t actually warned her about the book. He lied.
She thought for a moment. “Hey, hang on. You didn’t really warn me about the book. You lied.”
“Um, uh, well…”
It was one of those moments where one second feels like one minute. One of those awkward, silly moments.
She looked at the book title. It was called Sated Heart.
He leant forward to grab the book. “Well, the book is dangerous. It listens too well.”
She stepped back. “No, finders keepers. Plus, you’re a liar.”
He pursed his lips. He farted but didn’t tell her. He always passed gas when he was tense. It was an embarrassing trait. He tried to grab the book off her again with some force, but she slapped him.
He touched his cheek. “I need the book. I’m serious. I really, really need it now.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he looked away from her, pressing his fist against his chest, “because something’s missing.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re just sad.”
He insisted. “But you’re already happy.”
“I’m not. I found it first, anyway.” She ran her fingers over the cover of the book. Her fingers moved gently at first, but then gained some speed, pressing down a little harder. Her fingers were moist and spun in little clockwise circles. The book pulsated. She tried not to moan. The book kept silent.
It was at that moment, that single, divine moment, when her finger gained more sweat and her lips parted open and she lost herself to temptation, that her falsely benign revelation became a living monster and drenched her. It showered her, and the water became a suffocating plastic, and her heart beat faster and faster and no longer did she want to moan – she wanted to escape. But she couldn’t escape. She wanted to flee, but she always wanted to stand ground. She clenched onto the book and it took over her heart. She was naked by then, naked and shiny, and her heart was growing, and eventually, it burst in her chest, and besides a runny warmth, she felt nothing new. She died, pretending to smile.
Finally alone, he cried. He slumped against the wall, the dead girl in front of him, the book alive in front of him. He crawled towards Sated Heart and picked it up. He browsed through the pages. He knew that he was a liar, but he was sorry, and the book forgave him, and he embraced it, and the pages decided to wear his words.
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I quite like it.
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Hehe, your previous story inspired me! I tried searching bloodrats on wikipedia...
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