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rainbowfic2012-10-08 11:40 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2012-10-08 11:40 pm
Sulphur 16, Harvest Gold 5, Russet 2: Fire and Blood
Author: Kat
Title: Fire and Blood
Story: In the Heart - Thriller Project
Colors: Sulphur 16 (Fire), harvest gold 5 (orange and gold), russet 2 (fine).
Supplies and Materials: Tapestry, charcoal ("Jason Dacre"), miniature, frame, bichromatic, brush (illustrious), oils (mental liberation), glitter (this picture), glue (Do something special that calms your nerves and feeds your soul.), photography.
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: He enjoys this.
Warnings: murder.
Notes: You may be able to pick out part of the thriller project plot if you read this carefully.
The trees look like they're on fire, flame-colored leaves on dry wicks of bark. It's an appropriate image, he thinks, staring up at them. Fire and blood and dry dead bones crunching underfoot.
He enjoys being a popular professor, being well-liked. He enjoys hunting more, nothing but silent movements and the hilt of a knife in his hand, and the hurried frantic breath of his prey.
His brother likes to keep them, play with them. He prefers the immediacy, the gush of hot blood over his hands.
The man's eyes are wide and staring. He enjoys seeing them like that.
Title: Fire and Blood
Story: In the Heart - Thriller Project
Colors: Sulphur 16 (Fire), harvest gold 5 (orange and gold), russet 2 (fine).
Supplies and Materials: Tapestry, charcoal ("Jason Dacre"), miniature, frame, bichromatic, brush (illustrious), oils (mental liberation), glitter (this picture), glue (Do something special that calms your nerves and feeds your soul.), photography.
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: He enjoys this.
Warnings: murder.
Notes: You may be able to pick out part of the thriller project plot if you read this carefully.
The trees look like they're on fire, flame-colored leaves on dry wicks of bark. It's an appropriate image, he thinks, staring up at them. Fire and blood and dry dead bones crunching underfoot.
He enjoys being a popular professor, being well-liked. He enjoys hunting more, nothing but silent movements and the hilt of a knife in his hand, and the hurried frantic breath of his prey.
His brother likes to keep them, play with them. He prefers the immediacy, the gush of hot blood over his hands.
The man's eyes are wide and staring. He enjoys seeing them like that.
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Where one of Dahmer's relatives took a reporter to the glen where he'd put his first victim in a wood chipper.
Said, "Yep. It was right here. We're standing on bone chips."
So, the reporter picked one up.
And the cousin just nodded.
I never thought I'd get this little sideways smile ever again, but here I have it!
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