“I think I have never really had time to notice the beauty, ” she thought, looking up, “but now…finally I can. Properly. That architect must have been insane – in a beautiful way, of course. Just like me. That’ s what they all said and wanted me to believe at least. “Different” was the word they used politely but I heard also “Cuckoo” and “Mad cow” whispered behind my back. What is so wrong with being different? Why mad? Because I always thought I could fly?! But I was right, wasn’t I?”
The pool of blood kept drawing surreal shapes around her head, on the street…
Image courtesy of Kent Bonham
Friday Fictioneers – 100 word stories
Oops. Looks like she couldn’t fly after all. Intriguing little tale of insanity, Ese.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I think insanity is going to be a theme this week; at least I had a similar idea. I like the way you tied the crazy architecture to the shape of the blood pools.
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Multi-layered glance from the drain looking at the cracked stars – well-written. Sad.
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I liked the line about the pool of blood drawing surreal shapes… well done.
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How sad that she could only notice the beauty as she lay dying! Of course it’s also sad that she’s dying.
janet
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I was there with the being different thread and then I got a case of the chills with your ending. Well written and very intriguing thread of a tale you have woven.
Now I am sad but not everything has a happy ending, No?
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Oh Dear!
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oops !
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Great take on the photo. Your words, well crafting, setting the stage for the sad inevitable ending. Nicely written piece.
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Ahh well… There is always that. The world is often unkind to the new, the different and the … mad. All the more reason to be so, isn’t it ?
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Got it going there. Good writing! Thanks for bringing it to us.
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Mad cow is very subjective : )
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Oh dear; looks like she was wrong…!
That was a wonderful read, with a great twist at the end… 😉
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‘pool of blood kept drawing surreal shapes around her head’ — awesome description! of course, it’s sad that she died. but i couldn’t help but like this haunting sinister tale.
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Very well done.
Draws the reader in and then whacks him!
Excellent.
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You worked this out really nicely! And the ending was sad yet perfect. Well done! 😀
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Oh, a wicked ending!
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An interesting study in madness. You didn’t let on precisely that it was until the end. Very clever writing. Most excellent.
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Flying – all in the mind – Icarus wings catching fire, but free. Blood is sometimes the needed sacrifice…
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This is a city i want to visit… magnificiant architecture! 🙂
Great text too!
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Simply heartbreaking and well told.
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I think she’s still soaring in her head. A very curious take on the prompt and a great image at the end.
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A fine line between insanity and creativity 🙂 Looks like she crossed it!
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Everyone can fly, but just a few know how to land…
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She died thinking she could fly. For her she was happy with that I think. Very well done!
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She can fly now I guess. I bet you and I were the only two who pulled flying and an attempt to commit suicide out of the prompt. My guy was saved by the fact that there was no gravity in the world he’s on. I really liked your story. Well done.
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So far, it seems many of us took this photo to a very dark place. Not what I expected with your title. Nicely done!
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Ohhh. Well – she’s right, we can all fly straight down, but most of us don’t want to. I wasn’t sure at first whether this was going to turn out to be a supernatural story or what – but the last paragraph made that completely clear. Good job.
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Great job writing your character’s perspective. It sounded very real, like a journal excerpt. This really made the final scene bleed into reality.
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