Well…I got tagged again. This time by If I tell ya, I’ll have to kill ya. Now, the thing I have to do is to write a fictional piece that is about a 100-200 words long and includes the following words, which are to be used only once.
“I, me, blowjob, grapes, random, power, loneliness, water, robot, and blue”
It was raining that night. Heavily. The strong wind didn’t make things any easier for him. He stood under the awning of the pawnshop, waiting. His coat and his hat dripped. If it bothered him, he did not show it. He smoked a cigarette, the tip glowing brighter as he sucked on it. The brim of his hat threw a shadow on his face. The dim yellow light from the street lamp lit his chin and the ugly scar on it. He looked at his watch, flicked the cigarette away and tapped thrice on the glass door.
A wizened old man, opened the door and let him in. The water dripped on the carpet.
“Is he in yet?”, he demanded of the old man.
“Don’t know. He always comes in through the back door. He has the key.”
He walked inside. It was dark, but he knew his way around. The light was on inside the chamber. He knocked on the door and entered. The blue folder lay on the desk. Mario sat on the swivel chair playing the flute. He stopped when he saw him.
“Do you have the plans for the robot?”
“Yeah…they’re here.” He patted his pocket.
“Put them down on the table and here, take your 5 grand for the trouble.”
“The price jus’ went up. Ten thousand.”
“Get the hell outta here. What do you think I am? Some random idiot? F*** you!”
Mario pulled out a gun knocking the fruit bowl. The grapes rolled away. He shot Mario in the head. The power of the shot made the dead man topple over. The old man came running in.
He stepped over the body and picked up the flute. He looked at Mario, who was missing a head now. He turned around and faced the old man.
“Nice blowjob, eh? Pity he ain’t no match fer me.”
He stepped out of the room and made his way to the foyer, followed by the wizened old man. He opened the front door and walked away into the dark lonliness.
And there it is.Yeah…I know it’s way too pathetic for words. But hell, how do you put all these words into something so small.
And…by the way, M, wtmewry and silverine are tagged.
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5 comments:
Nice...smooth read it was
ok i loved what you wrote.. lotsa potential...but i have to do this coz i do a lot of content reviews for a living...
"Mario pulled out a gun knocking the fruit bowl. The grapes rolled away. He shot Mario in the head. The power of the shot made the dead man topple over."
1. How did Mario shoot himself?
2. How can the power of the shot topple a "dead" man. This would be possible assuming the man he shot was already dead.
Ok...sorry...forgive me. i still love you...and actually...what you wrote was quite nice..dark and brooding.
@lalit:thanks man.
@ifitellya...: girl, you gave me nastily unconnected words. i accepted that. but there was a word limit.
1. mario did not shoot himself. the other guy did.
2. a time t+0.01 mario was dead. at time t+0.02 he began toppling over. that is because of the swivel chair. the momentum of the shot had to overcome the the resistance of the spring in the base of the chair.
;)
hope that makes sense now.
@iffitellya..:i still love you
*tears* thank you. no one said something like that before to me(discounting family of course). and a 24-year old single woman at that.
i am touched.
@M : Yes i have to. you have a problem? and ypou havent finished the last tag. either of you!
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