Staring into the Abyss
“We have your test results here, John.” Silence. “It’ll be a matter of weeks. I’m sorry.” Silence. “Would you like me to call someone?”
Convey an emotion as strongly as you can in precisely 24 words. This challenge is one of three in the Limitations event for the Winter 2014 Ficlympics. If you enter this challenge, consider entering the other two (26 Sentences and Monosyllabics) as well.
“We have your test results here, John.” Silence. “It’ll be a matter of weeks. I’m sorry.” Silence. “Would you like me to call someone?”
Five heads chatter in a round blue and green basket. Their stories interrupt each other and mix. Every conversation is binary—heard and unheard.
Blank page, blank screen, blank mind. I keep trying to find the right words. Why is it so difficult sometimes? Yet here I sit.
*M* oist *A* che *K* iss *I* gnite *N* eck *G* roan *L* ips *O* ral *V* isceral *E* motion *I* ntimate *N* ether *T* aste *H* ot *E* ntwine *A* we *F* un *T*…
World’s a blur. Am I really here? Is this another dream? Clearly, a boy jumps, unadulterated glee, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” Dear god, I’m home.
“Everything I do is wrong. Feels like I’ve never done anything right! Maybe I’d be ‘better off dead’? Probably screw up suicide too.” - Hope
Oh to grin, to smile, to gasp, to laugh, to guffaw. to jump, to flit about, to embrace life, to love all, oh joy.
Her absence was obvious. He wanted to eat the emptiness, to inject sadness into his veins. He wanted to feel something. But he couldn’t.
I am the last man on Earth. I play my cello hourly. I find solace in its strings. One day I found it stolen.
Billy was my nephew, and godchild. Fell miserably short as his godmother. Now I must pray daily for his soul and my sister’s grief.