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Silence

by Anonymous | Score: 8150

It's quiet. I don't think it's ever been this quiet before in my house. I wish the silence would stop; it's the hardest thing about being here, by myself, about being alive, I suppose. The electric whip that is placed next to me is just a prompt, I remind myself, just another way of reminding myself that I am a human being with passions of my own. i have a life, a story, family, friends. But it's beginning to bother me. Alexander would never let this happen to me, neither would Xio. But they are too busy being the next golden child of the family and I want to scream, I want to exit stage left, stage right, it doesn't matter, I wish it were gone. I wish Xio were here. But I have work to do. I have a case to work on. The rain outside is crashing down harder, letting me know that I am alive, in fact, I am a person and I can hear. But the game we were playing so long ago is lost to me now. I lost. The game. I lost the game or maybe I won it, I can never be sure anymore. But I am sitting, staring at all the decorations around my room. The rain is drowned out by my own suffering and I tell myself the toy plane can stay. Material items are strange that way; they let us hold on to memory as long as we can. The guilt only lasts as long as we let it. But it doesn't matter anymore. I suppose nothing does in this world without Xio. But Alexander. He could wait, he could wait for me but he didn't. His toy plane. It is his. And maybe if they are dead to me then it's okay. Maybe if they are dead to me then it's okay to try to keep the memory of their life alive. Maybe it is okay to celebrate their life but he used to be a shoemaker. He used to be a shoemaker. And I want him back. I want him back, please. But it's no use. The screaming is too much. The stars claw at their ears. The rain shatters the glass in my house and I wish it would stop I wish it would stop, please. My therapist says if the acute stress reactions last more than a month I'll have to see a psychiatrist but the guilt only lasts as long as you let it; I pick up the paintbrush and cover it in red and play the white canvas like my wrist, leaving strips and leaving flags and leaving revolutions and memory and guilt but the guilt only lasts as long as you let it. But it is quiet. It is silent. The glass, though now shattered, is silent for me. The stars begin to sing their lullaby again. I wish I were here to listen to them. I wish my wrists were not painted red with sadness and anger. My phone rings. It is the first noise I notice. I pick it up on the second ring, and it is Amy. She is asking me questions, she is telling me she thought she knew but she didn't and isn't that the point of a short story? To break down the characters? After all, there is no room for construction in such a small room. She tells me, softly, that she is scared. I ask her why, she says she is sick. I have never seen someone horribly sick before; when the pandemic ravaged our world I saw my mom fall ill to it for just a few weeks but even then she was not knocking on death's doorstep. I have a feeling, though, that Amy is too weak to reach up and knock. She is saying something about pasta, a pasta strainer, she's telling me that she's never been this sick before and she sees death knocking at her door, she sees death coming for her and I am afraid I have lost one too many people. I hang up the phone for fear that she would die on me. I pick up the gun I have laid so carefully on my canvas. It is splattered in red. I use it, I use it to love myself. To love this stupid head of mine. I love you. I love you. Ha

Completed challenges

The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:

Begin Start typing to begin
Words Reach 50 words
Event Silence
Prop Include a whip
Words Reach 100 words
Letter Use the letter X
Character A somber judge
Event Your character loses a game
Words Reach 200 words
Prop Include a toy plane
Letter Use the letter W
Words Reach 300 words
Character A talented shoemaker
Event A glass shatters
Words Reach 400 words
Prop Include a paintbrush
Letter Use the letter L
Words Reach 500 words
Character A confident teaching assistant
Words Reach 600 words
Event Someone gets food poisoning
Prop Include a pasta strainer
Words Reach 700 words
Letter Use the letter D
Character A respectful managing director

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