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A second attempt. I don't know how long this took me. Probably about the same time, but I must have stared at it for an hour and taken three for an outline in my mind to come alive. This is experimenting with "showing" rather than my style of "telling". It's hard. that's all I can say. Same theme. To be honest, I don't like it much. I feel like it doesn't have the same... bang as the other one.
Memories and Death
He eyed the photograph from the stool he stood on and picked it up. Though worn out from time and covered in dust, the image still held something important.
***
“Mom, Dad!” he cried out. His father embraced his head and pulled him close.
“Don’t worry, they’re not real.”
“I don’t like mummies or this place.”
“I told you, honey, we should‘ve taken him to the aquarium!”
“I guess you were right,” he peaked from around his father’s leg.
“Is it over yet?” he questioned, his voice cracking from fear.
“Almost. We’ll grab some ice cream on the way home. How does that sound?”
“Let’s take a picture first. To remember today's adventure.”
***
The picture fluttered to the ground. They were just memories. No one could change the past or revive the dead. He tightened the noose around his neck and jumped.
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Completed in about 20 minutes. Editting took at least another 15 or so. Was off by a word or so. This is exactly 150 words. My theme was: "The effect of Death, or life after death." I chose the first part, regarding how death can affect another person. In this case, specifically that of a son.
One person's pain is another's death
How fragile life was. It had happened in a matter of seconds. The knife had impaled his mother’s stomach and then his father’s throat. One moment they were here in his life and in the next they weren’t.
He left the police cruiser, dazed by the amount of questions they had asked him. Did you see his face? How tall was he? Were there any features you can remember? He shook his head; none of the questions would change the fact that his parents were dead. He entered his house, ignoring the glass shards, and walked into his parents’ bedroom. Pictures of their past memories together lined every wall. Tears began to drip down his cheeks. He opened a drawer in the corner. There lay the item his father had tried to reach. He took out the cold, metallic item and placed it in his mouth.
He pulled the trigger.
Spoiler
Albiet a bit dramatic, but hey, that's my style I guess. Here are some questions to keep in mind:
-- Do you understand the timeline of events that occured (what was the crime)?
-- Did it seem reasonable to kill himself?
-- How strong do you think was the bond between the parent and son?
-- Should I throw in a name, or simply keep it as 'he'?
-- Was there a struggle between the victims and the criminal?
You don't have to answer them specifically, but again, keep them in mind. If you could answer the questions, that means I suceeded partially (unless you answered a complete wrong answer
)
-- Do you understand the timeline of events that occured (what was the crime)?
-- Did it seem reasonable to kill himself?
-- How strong do you think was the bond between the parent and son?
-- Should I throw in a name, or simply keep it as 'he'?
-- Was there a struggle between the victims and the criminal?
You don't have to answer them specifically, but again, keep them in mind. If you could answer the questions, that means I suceeded partially (unless you answered a complete wrong answer
)
