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The Silicon Pens - A Writers' Group
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(02-20-2017, 09:45 AM)Seraph Wrote: My writing challenge offering.  It's 365 words long and is called:

The Octopus in the Room

I hear him coming before anything else, with that slow, sinuous slither and the soft hiss and pluck of his suckers: unmistakable.  I close my eyes and imagine the great bulk of his mantle lifting off the ground as his tentacles curl up into leg-like stumps, the soft thud as he sits back down and lets his many arms pull him like the currents of a rising tide.

I sink down into the armchair, hoping he won’t see me.  The TV flashes bright cartoon colours before me, the sound turned off.  I wish it still, dark and dead, that the room were pitch black and the only light rippling across the ceiling was the abyssal glow of his phosphorescence.  Then, maybe, I could truly hide; watch the lights fade away as he moved on. No hope of that now.

Yet still, I try.  I pull my arms in even as his spiral around the curtain pole, twist and writhe up the sides of my seat, stretch across the floor before me to twitch in the primary hues of superhero glory. I watch as one reaches for the buttons on the television, slides across the surface to gently press and turn all to the darkness I had longed for moments before.  Somewhere behind me another must have been fumbling for the light switch because the eclipse lasts mere seconds before the main lights turn on.

The armchair begins to turn with a glacial, deliberate pace and I try to make myself as small as I possibly can, holding my breath and pulling everything in so that I become little more than a quivering ball of fear.  The chair stops turning and then those great eyes are glaring at me, filled to overflowing with ancient rage.

I let out a tiny, pathetic sound and he huffs air out through his mantle in response.  I feel it, cold and damp on my face as I squeeze my eyes tight.  He speaks.

“I thought I told you to be in bed before I got home, young lady, not staying up late watching cartoons!?  Now, get upstairs, brush your beak and go to sleep at once!”

It’s useless to disobey.
It's pretty nice. It reminds me of O. Henry's stories



Messages In This Thread
The Silicon Pens - A Writers' Group - by Seraph - 02-18-2017, 05:40 PM
RE: The Silicon Pens - A Writers' Group - by Spenty - 02-21-2017, 07:52 AM
RE: The Silicon Pens - A Writers' Group - by Yuno - 03-16-2017, 01:44 PM
The Silicon Pens - A Writers' Group - by Seraph - 12-03-2017, 04:33 AM
The Silicon Pens - A Writers' Group - by Seraph - 01-02-2018, 07:43 AM



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