Obliging Souls
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
Elden was always such an obliging person: a foster mother to me, who took better care of me than my own mam, always had been. There was nothing she wouldn't do for me, no tear too small to wipe away, no threat too menacing to face.
At eleven I was plagued by bullies. The worst was Lisa Maddigan. Nothing she wouldn't do to me to ruin my mind and heart, my body. I couldn't tell Elden, but she told me. She knew. She told me, after Lisa was no longer a problem.
I didn't understand what that meant when she said that. I told her I owed her one--lacking the details, I still repeated it.
At 17 Elden said: Tarnel Spengly was giving her problems. She said: I owed her.
I was stronger by then, I knew how to solve the problem. Even without understanding Lisa's fate, I had learned much from my mentor. I repaid the debt--that debt, at least.
For I was obliged to.
And then she told me what she'd done to Lisa. In detail.
Elden's dying now. And she's obliged to go to the suffering lands.
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I will follow her there.
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ScrawlersSecret
Wow. The broken sentences really give the piece the feeling of recalling a memory.
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Story prompt:
Many words in English, as well as other languages, have may meanings based on context or other considerations. Pick a word that has diverse meanings or aspects, using it as your title, and incorporate at least two of these aspects into your story / poem.
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ethelthefrog
Absolutely superb.
My mind ran away and hid behind the sofa when I tried to contemplate what might have befallen Lisa. That is the strength of implied fictional violence: it is limited only by the reader's imagination, and they can make it as horrible as they can stand, and then some.
Gripping and grotesque both.