AlexJames
June 17th, 2013, 04:50 PM
This is a small excerpt from a short story I've written and am continuing to work on. It's a short passage, but it would be great to get some feedback on it. Thanks very much. (Foul Language included!)
EDIT 1
Jasper sat alone, cigarette burning in one hand, brandy swilling in another. It was dark outside, and rain pitter-pattered against his living room window.
The lights were out. ‘Coronation Street’ was the room’s only source of illumination. Not that Jasper paid any attention. Typically, his tv attention would cease after his second drink. This was not his second drink, nor his third. He smiled as he felt his limbs grow weaker and his mind hazier. He enjoyed living through a haze. It was numb.
His head started to nod and his eyes began to close. The relief of nothingness was approaching.
“FUCK! JASPER!”
An inhuman scream shredded through the house.
Jasper put his cigarette and brandy down. With a grunt and a heave, the tired man rose from his armchair, wincing as his knees cracked.
It had been his hope that this particular evening would yield a rare occasion where oblivion would arrive undisturbed. It was not to be. Instead, he plodded upstairs, his calloused hand gripping the banister for support.
The rest of the house was in near complete darkness. However, a strip of light coming from the bottom of the door to his wife’s room faintly illuminated the upstairs hallway. Jasper grasped the doorknob. Wrinkling his nose, already he could notice the unpleasant yet familiar smell. He turned it, pushed, and walked through the door.
“Hello, Tracy” He said as he walked through, doing his best not to flinch at the overpowering stench.
She was sat on her bed, facing away from the door. Without turning to look at her husband she said:
“My dearest, darling lovely, would you possibly be so kind as to bring me up a glass of warm milk?”
Without changing her seated position she turned her head slowly around, like a human owl.
“I’ll claw out your eyeballs and cut out your tongue if you don’t”
Her eyes were wide, wider than it should be possible for a human, and bloodshot. Black, bruise-like, circles outlined them and she had pale, lifeless skin.
Her head turned 180 degrees to look at Jasper, who remained expressionless. She was beaming ear to ear, revealing pointed yellow teeth.
“Do you hear me? I’ll claw out your eyeballs and cut out your tongue”
EDIT 1
Jasper sat alone, cigarette burning in one hand, brandy swilling in another. It was dark outside, and rain pitter-pattered against his living room window.
The lights were out. ‘Coronation Street’ was the room’s only source of illumination. Not that Jasper paid any attention. Typically, his tv attention would cease after his second drink. This was not his second drink, nor his third. He smiled as he felt his limbs grow weaker and his mind hazier. He enjoyed living through a haze. It was numb.
His head started to nod and his eyes began to close. The relief of nothingness was approaching.
“FUCK! JASPER!”
An inhuman scream shredded through the house.
Jasper put his cigarette and brandy down. With a grunt and a heave, the tired man rose from his armchair, wincing as his knees cracked.
It had been his hope that this particular evening would yield a rare occasion where oblivion would arrive undisturbed. It was not to be. Instead, he plodded upstairs, his calloused hand gripping the banister for support.
The rest of the house was in near complete darkness. However, a strip of light coming from the bottom of the door to his wife’s room faintly illuminated the upstairs hallway. Jasper grasped the doorknob. Wrinkling his nose, already he could notice the unpleasant yet familiar smell. He turned it, pushed, and walked through the door.
“Hello, Tracy” He said as he walked through, doing his best not to flinch at the overpowering stench.
She was sat on her bed, facing away from the door. Without turning to look at her husband she said:
“My dearest, darling lovely, would you possibly be so kind as to bring me up a glass of warm milk?”
Without changing her seated position she turned her head slowly around, like a human owl.
“I’ll claw out your eyeballs and cut out your tongue if you don’t”
Her eyes were wide, wider than it should be possible for a human, and bloodshot. Black, bruise-like, circles outlined them and she had pale, lifeless skin.
Her head turned 180 degrees to look at Jasper, who remained expressionless. She was beaming ear to ear, revealing pointed yellow teeth.
“Do you hear me? I’ll claw out your eyeballs and cut out your tongue”