Continuation of my previous short piece, set in a totally different time and place.
It was surprising how one action can bring chaos.
That was the thought that formed out of the blue as the scene unfolded. A fact he did not notice until after it was all over was that it was all in black and white.
He was in the clinic. It was empty for some strange reason, except for a single bed in the middle. The scene was pretty much peaceful until it blurred, several human figures forming.
It seemed to fast forward. Now the scene was chaotic. A male was on the bed. No bigger than 17, yet my eyes were drawn to the fact that he had a gaping hole in his side, almost as big as fist, and that his shirt was ripped in neat, parallel lines from one side to the other. Blood was pooling out like a waterfall.
Attending to him was a girl, smaller, maybe 13, her most outstanding feature was her hip length white, shining hair. She was shouting at him, yet not screaming, as if she was attempting to keep him talking as she quickly lapped up the blood with a cloth, attempting to stop the flowing.
In one of the corners, beside an overturned cabinet there were two more girls. One was sitting with her back against the wall, shaking her head rapidly and screaming, tearing at her hair, tears flying to either side.
Beside her, attempting to calm her down, was, very surprisingly, Butterfly. She was also crying, but her composure had not deserted her.
It was at that point he could hear no longer, and after a few seconds the scene faded. Colour flooded back to his eyes as he blinked heavily. Butterfly was infront of him yet looking at him, as if something strange had happened.
"Something wrong?" She asked.
He blinked a second time, no teenagers bleeding, nursing, crying or screaming or chaos... but peace.
"...No, I'm alright", he concluded, taking a quick bite of the apple in his hand, which he had forgotten was even there.
Short story by .Simon
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Written on 2010-01-29 at 16:52
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One action to bring Chaos
It was surprising how one action can bring chaos.
That was the thought that formed out of the blue as the scene unfolded. A fact he did not notice until after it was all over was that it was all in black and white.
He was in the clinic. It was empty for some strange reason, except for a single bed in the middle. The scene was pretty much peaceful until it blurred, several human figures forming.
It seemed to fast forward. Now the scene was chaotic. A male was on the bed. No bigger than 17, yet my eyes were drawn to the fact that he had a gaping hole in his side, almost as big as fist, and that his shirt was ripped in neat, parallel lines from one side to the other. Blood was pooling out like a waterfall.
Attending to him was a girl, smaller, maybe 13, her most outstanding feature was her hip length white, shining hair. She was shouting at him, yet not screaming, as if she was attempting to keep him talking as she quickly lapped up the blood with a cloth, attempting to stop the flowing.
In one of the corners, beside an overturned cabinet there were two more girls. One was sitting with her back against the wall, shaking her head rapidly and screaming, tearing at her hair, tears flying to either side.
Beside her, attempting to calm her down, was, very surprisingly, Butterfly. She was also crying, but her composure had not deserted her.
It was at that point he could hear no longer, and after a few seconds the scene faded. Colour flooded back to his eyes as he blinked heavily. Butterfly was infront of him yet looking at him, as if something strange had happened.
"Something wrong?" She asked.
He blinked a second time, no teenagers bleeding, nursing, crying or screaming or chaos... but peace.
"...No, I'm alright", he concluded, taking a quick bite of the apple in his hand, which he had forgotten was even there.
Short story by .Simon
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Written on 2010-01-29 at 16:52
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