100 words – My Weapon

Ah words, the things I wield. The things I fear. Longing to forge the perfect weapon. A weapon of my own thought and blood. Never strong enough to beat back the darkness that welcomes me so easily. Creatures most fierce chase me there. Arms reach out to welcome me to a place I wish not to go. They promise me comfort but at the price of my words. They demand that I lay down my weapon and accept them as my masters. I lash out but my weapon is weak. My thoughts and deeds unworthy. Restless sleep punishes my failure.

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100 Words – electricity

The electricity ran through my body at regular intervals. One second of shock. Six seconds waiting. Shock. Six seconds. Shock. Six seconds. For over an hour this continued. I couldn't see or hear but I could smell three people. One sweaty, one drunk and one perfumed. Then the interval broke. Six seconds. Six more seconds. Then the shock for not just a second but thirty. I screamed but couldn't hear it. Then a long wait. Someone left the room. Before I could figure out who the electricity hit again. Stronger and unstopping. My bowels voided. My heart stopped. I won. Photo by Britt Selvitelle

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100 Words – Furry Wires

The Furry Wires played music that never saw the light of day. Dark basement bars. Dogwood bootleg shacks out on the dunes. Warehouses full of nothing. They would play when all the other music had worn out its welcome. Their music could only exist at the end of the show. Hanging on to the last spark of the excitement of the night. Songs of fear, longing and sea monkeys. A lyrical puzzle missing half its pieces. They would play till the first hint of dawn then pack up and leave. Legend says they broke up when the van broke down.

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