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rainbowfic2014-08-07 08:25 pm
whitemage) wrote in rainbowfic2014-08-07 08:25 pm
Entry tags:
Bone #17; Fever Red #9
Name: Ardy
Piece/Story: Digital Omens/Blood Saint
Colors: Bone 17 (autopsy report); Fever Red 9 (joint pain
Styles/Supplies: Glitter: "We all have something to hide, some dark place inside us we don't want the world to see. So we pretend that everything's okay, wrapping ourselves in rainbows. That's all for the best, because some of these places are darker than others.." – Michael C. Hall, in Dexter
Word Count: 361
Ratings/Warnings: PG - discussion of violence; Warning: discussion of serial murders, indirect mentions of blood
Notes: I've been working 45 hours a week and trying to (semi-successfully) squeeze in 2 internships this summer--I can't wait for classes to start so I can get a break, haha.
“... and drained of blood. Our coroner called it: … exsanguination.”
I stopped drying a bowl, my eyes straying to the tv screen. Granny kept hers resolutely on the stew pot she was scouring..
“Deena, wasn’t that the 5th such victim they’ve discovered?”
“That is correct, Bob. The last murder was a double homicide from three months ago. Investigators had originally believed the culprits to have left the area since then, as evidenced by a string of eerily similar murders around the Memphis area...
My gaze flickered over to the old woman, then back to the screen. I took a hesitating step towards the tv, reaching for the volume knob.
Granny’s face glared down at the bubbling suds turning dingy brown. I thought better of my intent and stepped back to put the bowl in the cabinet and grab another dish.
“What could possibly possess some maniac to cause harm to these God-fearing country folk? Why, I remember when you could leave your house and pick-up unlocked at night...”
“Well, not if it was a Chevy, Bob.” The weatherman broke in, per usual. Everyone laughed.
I cleared my throat. “So Granny...” Is this what happened to Josephine? Was it this serial killer? My words swirled down the drain with the sudsy water.
“Goes to show you never know who to trust anymore.”
“Amen! And, and, now this is off record, but authorities believe there might be more than one culprit involved!”
Granny turned towards me, rubbing her arthritic knuckles. There was something definite but fleeting that confirmed too much for me. “Watching the news this late isn’t good for the constitution.”
My eyes watered as I lingered on the knob. Poor Jo: she deserved better than to be a statistic in a sensationalist news piece.
“... calling themselves ‘Draculeans’, after the Gothic novel and famous movie monster, Dracula.” I flicked the knob quickly, shutting it down as Granny bristled.
We finished cleaning the kitchen without a sound, her presence providing able admonitions we both knew I would ignore, now that I had a starting point at taking hold of the truth.
Piece/Story: Digital Omens/Blood Saint
Colors: Bone 17 (autopsy report); Fever Red 9 (joint pain
Styles/Supplies: Glitter: "We all have something to hide, some dark place inside us we don't want the world to see. So we pretend that everything's okay, wrapping ourselves in rainbows. That's all for the best, because some of these places are darker than others.." – Michael C. Hall, in Dexter
Word Count: 361
Ratings/Warnings: PG - discussion of violence; Warning: discussion of serial murders, indirect mentions of blood
Notes: I've been working 45 hours a week and trying to (semi-successfully) squeeze in 2 internships this summer--I can't wait for classes to start so I can get a break, haha.
“... and drained of blood. Our coroner called it: … exsanguination.”
I stopped drying a bowl, my eyes straying to the tv screen. Granny kept hers resolutely on the stew pot she was scouring..
“Deena, wasn’t that the 5th such victim they’ve discovered?”
“That is correct, Bob. The last murder was a double homicide from three months ago. Investigators had originally believed the culprits to have left the area since then, as evidenced by a string of eerily similar murders around the Memphis area...
My gaze flickered over to the old woman, then back to the screen. I took a hesitating step towards the tv, reaching for the volume knob.
Granny’s face glared down at the bubbling suds turning dingy brown. I thought better of my intent and stepped back to put the bowl in the cabinet and grab another dish.
“What could possibly possess some maniac to cause harm to these God-fearing country folk? Why, I remember when you could leave your house and pick-up unlocked at night...”
“Well, not if it was a Chevy, Bob.” The weatherman broke in, per usual. Everyone laughed.
I cleared my throat. “So Granny...” Is this what happened to Josephine? Was it this serial killer? My words swirled down the drain with the sudsy water.
“Goes to show you never know who to trust anymore.”
“Amen! And, and, now this is off record, but authorities believe there might be more than one culprit involved!”
Granny turned towards me, rubbing her arthritic knuckles. There was something definite but fleeting that confirmed too much for me. “Watching the news this late isn’t good for the constitution.”
My eyes watered as I lingered on the knob. Poor Jo: she deserved better than to be a statistic in a sensationalist news piece.
“... calling themselves ‘Draculeans’, after the Gothic novel and famous movie monster, Dracula.” I flicked the knob quickly, shutting it down as Granny bristled.
We finished cleaning the kitchen without a sound, her presence providing able admonitions we both knew I would ignore, now that I had a starting point at taking hold of the truth.
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I just- the way this is paced and the mood and the way you wrote that broadcast. THIS IS SO COOL THANK YOU.
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Glad you enjoyed it. I kind of love obnoxious small town newscasters who are basically the gossipmill. You learn so much.
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I really liked writing this one.
Thanks for reading all these, too!