06-28-2011, 03:08 PM
"Kill me and I'll tear the walls of your afterlife down." - Sarah Tennyson, The White Fence
"Since the age of twelve he'd terrified her. For someone so young he was so full of hate. The way he decscribed the neighbours as rats, refusing to acknowledge their humanity even when their children ran crying through the streets. Their mother drank and swore, entertained a string of men, sometimes more than one at a time. Once whenshe was cleaning his room she came across his diary and, after suppressing a quick pang of guilt, flipped it open to a page where he'd doodled the neighbour woman drowning in her own gore, bloody vortexes where her breasts should have been." - Joseph Simpson, The Pint-Sized Time Bomb
"It was raining when we heard it. The cry from the greenhouse. Instinctively we knew what it was and burst through the kitchen door before we even had time to drop our cups, hear them shatter, maybe feel the hot liquid beneath our bare feet. When we found her she was already dead, blood and viscera staining one glass wall like the tendrils of some new, demonic plant." - Roseanne Cain, The Rise of the Inevitable
"Since the age of twelve he'd terrified her. For someone so young he was so full of hate. The way he decscribed the neighbours as rats, refusing to acknowledge their humanity even when their children ran crying through the streets. Their mother drank and swore, entertained a string of men, sometimes more than one at a time. Once whenshe was cleaning his room she came across his diary and, after suppressing a quick pang of guilt, flipped it open to a page where he'd doodled the neighbour woman drowning in her own gore, bloody vortexes where her breasts should have been." - Joseph Simpson, The Pint-Sized Time Bomb
"It was raining when we heard it. The cry from the greenhouse. Instinctively we knew what it was and burst through the kitchen door before we even had time to drop our cups, hear them shatter, maybe feel the hot liquid beneath our bare feet. When we found her she was already dead, blood and viscera staining one glass wall like the tendrils of some new, demonic plant." - Roseanne Cain, The Rise of the Inevitable
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe
It's even a little bit tricky to critique as prose, since it's just flashes. Looks like you've stumbled onto the perfect formula -- a way of writing that nobody can properly criticise!
