Thursday, 14 June 2012

3WW: Cling / Murmur / Taken

And so I write.  Not sure about what exactly, as the words for this week's Three Word Wednesday are not giving me any inspiration per se.  So I cling to the hope that I may come up with something interesting, however I cannot see how this could possibly evolve when I am inspirationless.  Hmmm I believe I may have just created a new word "inspirationless", nice little ring to it.

I am at work, yes I know I really should be doing just that, work, and I hear the murmurs of colleagues on their phones and the quiet conversations in the halls.  Despite these murmurings it is in fact quiet work wise, which makes for a dull day of nothingness.  If only I could be taken away to a magical land, alas only in daydreams.

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

3WW: Control / Flesh / Razor

The Root Canal

Mike sitting in a reclined position,  eyes shut so tight for if he opens them the light will just blind him and he can't stand to look at the man in the mask any longer.  His hands are white knuckled as he grips the arms on the chair.  He hears drilling, suction and feels bits of debris hitting his face every few seconds. 
 
He jumps ever so slightly in the chair.  "Sonofabitch! That fucking hurt! Was that a razor?", but all the man in the mask hears is mumbling and asks "Did that hurt?".  Mike nods, a tear trickling down his face, trying to control himself.  The man in the mask stops and grabs a syringe, asks Mike to once again open wide.  The syringe feels cold as it is inserted into the flesh of his gums. 

Sunday, 29 January 2012

3WW: Bubble / Lumber / Wreck

It was a train wreck of a week for John.  Anything and everything that could go wrong did.  It's now Saturday and he's at the Home Depot trying to get enough lumber to finish off the deck in his backyard.  John stands in line at the check-out counter, watching the television hanging on the wall.  The news is on and yet none of it good; another suicide bombing, another abduction, another car crash, no good news is reported.  It's days and weeks like this when John wishes he could live in his own bubble to block out all the misery in the world.