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Awaiting Death: Home Is Hell
By Parteepants

Having finished unpacking, I had decided to build my first fire in the new home. The temperature in the living room was comfortable, but it was the aesthetics that I wanted to improve.

I had made a bed of newspaper and kindling for the three well-seasoned logs to rest on. Then I struck the match. It took only minutes for the wood to be consumed in flames and as it burnt, I took a seat in my black, leather recliner.

I was watching the fire when the large “popping” sound occurred. It was of such a volume that it caused me to blink and when I opened my eyes I was shocked by what I saw.

Within the flames, an image of my living room had taken form. The furniture was of seventy’s décor and my white walls were covered in brown paneling, but it was obviously the living room I was relaxing in.

A mildly overweight man sat on a brightly colored couch and a woman entered the room. I could only see the back of her head, which was covered in wavy brown hair. Above the rumble of the fire, I heard her say, “Hello, sweetie.”

The man, who was staring at a television, barely grunted a response. However, she was determined and a small revolver appeared in her hand. She squeezed the trigger, which caused an explosion of blood and flesh to occur on the man’s thigh.

Over his scream, she said, “I want out of this prison, out of this life.”
Then, she fired off another bullet that ripped into the man’s arm.

The man turned toward her and his face was a symphony of pain and fear as he asked, “H-H-Honey, wh-wh-what are you doing?”

The blast of her pistol was her immediate response and it sent a bullet to destroy his stomach.

She continued to rant and her words were accentuated with periodic bursts of lead. “ I want you out of me and me out of here.”

As the sound of her words and bullets trailed off, his bloody and damaged body slumped against the couch. Then she turned to face me and while looking directly into my eyes, she said in a low threatening voice, “Welcome home!”

I watched as the image slowly faded until only the burning wood remained in the fireplace. After a moment’s thought of what I had just witnessed, I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Eh, …now I know why I got this place so cheap.”

If you have no questions or fears about your abilities, then you will learn nothing from your mistakes and know nothing about your limitations.

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The following comments are for "Awaiting Death: Home Is Hell"
by Richard Dani

Low income housing
This was a terrific story. It was kind of freaky, but then it took away all the suspense and made me laugh.

( Posted by: Drastine [Member] On: January 24, 2002 )

Thanks Thanks
Thanks for the comments and I'm glad you enjoyed it.


( Posted by: Richard Dani [Member] On: January 24, 2002 )

The story was interesting, if short. I just can't help but grin at the indifferent the new tenant showed at the whole thing! I like!

( Posted by: Beckett Grey [Member] On: January 24, 2002 )

Cheap Indeed...
What a wonderful story. I like when guns cause explosions in flesh. It's good imagery and I've seen what they do and it can really look like an explosion (no I never shot anyone, my wife just likes those real life ER shows on TV.) As Beckett said, the indifference at the end was a nice touch.



( Posted by: Jeff [Member] On: January 25, 2002 )

re: indeed and ha!
Thanks for takin g the time to comment. I really appreciate that.

Yes, it was short, Beckett, and it probably would have a been a little better if it were longer. But one of the rules of this series, is that I keep the stories to under 500 words. The other is that someone always dies.

It's actually an exercise that hopefully improves my writing skill because it teaches me to condense and remove unnecessary words. Ofcourse, I don't always apply those rules to my comments. heh, heh

Thanks again

( Posted by: Richard Dani [Member] On: January 25, 2002 )

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