Tag: FOWC

Trigger Fingers

The ball falls from his hand and hits the ground with a disembodied thud, bringing all eyes upon them. At first they stare without recognition of what they are staring at, as processes fall and fumble within their decaying minds, then suddenly they surge forward as one.

Corey casts a final fevered glance at Sally and Paul as he is swallowed by the horde. Without thought or focus she lets out a muffled cry as they tear Corey limb from limb, feasting on him wildly. Then once more the pack freeze, and eyes shoot across towards her. Tears cascade down her cheeks as a sea of dead eyes stare at the petrified Sally. Paul proudly steps forward, taking the stance of a rock and roll guitarist who is in the mists of playing a powerful solo and raises a gatling gun towards the frozen field of decaying humanoids. Then with a smarmy smile he gives Sally a wink and tightens his finger around the trigger, only to find nothing happening.

We See It Be

Declan drops the blade and stares quietly towards Alex as the red stain continues to grow across his once brightly coloured shirt like a child playing hide and seek, peeking out every few moments to see where everyone is. Alex looks at his brother with an ever-widening gaze, as if words were somehow stuck within his throat.

“Degrading, isn’t it?” Declan seethes through upturned lips, pushing his hate ever forward.

“Y-Y-You d-didn’t need to d….” But his words are cut away as Declan lunges forward and pins Alex against the blood drenched cobble stones that make up the floor beneath him.

“I NEEDED TO DO EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING! IF I HAD MORE TIME, I WOULD’VE DONE MORE! I WOULD’VE KILLED MORE! BUT TIME IS NOT MINE TO WIELD!” he roars, as tears stream down his face, as he continues to stare towards his brother.

Declan clenches his teeth tightly and bares them proudly, then turns his envious eyes towards Alex’s brother who presses himself tightly into the corner of the room, petrified.

Boastful Bliss

“You can’t tell me that, then expect to just walk away without some sort of recourse! If you didn’t want a response, why tell me?” she says as she throws her hands into the air and stares at him with a frustrated gaze.

His mouth trembles as a small sea of sweat cascades down from his top lip. “I-I-I,” he draws back a desperate breath as he clears his throat then spits a wad of mucus dressed in a river of saliva. He smiles broadly, freely displaying his mouthful of rotten teeth. “I wasn’t looking for a response, it’s just the ritual of it all. I can’t do one thing without doing the other, for it will not allow the process to go forward, and if I cannot go forward, then I am redundant in my position. Can you understand that? Can you see why it is important for the structure of it all that I follow the pathway set before me by those that came before you?”

She stares at him with a deep seeded intensity, exploring all the facets of his features, trying to compile one vivid image of his face. But, as her eyes moves from each deep crevice to the next, her mind forgets the last, until she comes to the edge of his face.  

Wisdom Of The Uneducated

He looks at the two of them with uneasy eyes before smiling broadly and leaning back in his makeshift chain. “SEE! SEE!” he chuckles broadly as he points at Charles with a wink and a nod of the head. “I KNEW you would be the one to take the miniscule hint that I offered this rotten world and run with it. I knew that what I had would mean something to someone else who could benefit from my WORLD knowledge. I shone brightly in a world painted in dull colours. I strived when other gave up. And now that there is a perchance for me to share what I have learnt, I will not shy away. I will grip everything with my uneducated hands and spin your wheat into gold.” he roars with overflowing excitement, while they stare at him in confused wonder.

“Y-Y-You’re ch-choosing him o-over me?” Lisa gasps. With wide eyes and a higher brow she looks across at the bemused Charles and then back to Klint. “Y-You can’t SERIOUSLY think this fool is capable of following in YOUR footstep’s!”

The smile fades from Klint’s lips and he looks at her with a perplexed stare. “D-D-Did I stutter?”

Play My Game

“WHEN I SAID FOR YOU TO AMUSE YOURSELF, I DIDN’T MEAN FOR YOU TO RUN ABOUT FREELY KILLING WHOEVER YOU WISHED! I MEANT FOR YOU TO BIDE YOUR TIME IN OTHER WAYS THAT DIDN’T INVOLVE KILLING ANYONE!” Duncan bellows as he throws a powerful left into Peter’s jaw, following it quickly with a right and another left, knocking him to the ground in an awkward heap. As Peter’s world spins violently, he tries to scramble to his feet only to find his way into another powerful punch.

“STAY THE FUCK DOWN!” Duncan seethes through saliva drenched clenched teeth as Peter uneasy gets to his knees, swaying from side to side as he lifts his wayward gaze to meet Duncan’s ferocious stare.

“Y-Y-You can’t b-blame me f-for d-doing w-w-what I’ve always done. Y-Y-You pulled me f-from my h-home, and m-my time, th-then le-left me to AMUSE my-myself. WHAT DID YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?” he roars as he leaps towards Duncan, teeth bared like a wild animal.

Putty In Thy Hands

“But that’s the problem, isn’t it?” Douglas says as he looks over the rim of his glasses at Steven.

“I-I, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

Douglas adjusts his glasses and smiles broadly. “And in those words your problem lies.”

“W-W-What? You’re making less sense than you did a moment ago. Speak clearly and then I may understand your plight!”

“Your plight is in a nosedive that you can no longer control, for with each false word you add, you exacerbate the problem tenfold, and the more depth you throw forward the reasons behind what you have done become trivial,” Douglas scoffs. “Release your inner fool and tell these dear people the truth, so we can all put this behind us.”

Steven casts a fevered glance across the crowd, staring into their empty expressionless eyes as a sea of sweat pours down his brow. “W-Will I e-end up like them?” he stammers as his gaze rests upon Douglas, who smiles wicked.

“Is that what you want?”

“I-I, I don’t want to die,” he says as tears cascade down his cheeks.

“Well that is an unfortunate thing to say, isn’t it.”