We split months ago but I still can’t escape. The memories of his touch repulse me, flooding back, and I swear for the briefest moment I saw his reflection behind me in the mirror. I turned on the shower, trying to scrub his filth from me until I draw blood…
After the lady left, Vic’s rotten grin fell. Somebody had better start climbing, or else. Twin soot-covered faces shook, eyes large. The passage was narrow, two boys had gotten stuck. Neither had lived.
Leaning against the mantle, threats became screams as naked grimy arms pulled him up the chimney.
Demiurge Urizen was tasked with making the material universe.
He looked around at the materials left to work with after the containing cosmos was completed: foul-smelling ooze, cosmic slop, and a quantum substrate of grimy uncertainty.
Was he then an evil creator? No, just not really up to his job.
A sponge cleans up mess. It’s a test. not karma, not fate. Maybe a late day that just follows the flow , maybe just a River with rocks that divert the movements.
Grim Grime’s not a chosen namesake. A crime name chosen by inspector Judy who wakes to start a fight. Sees spilt coffee stains on stove. Baiistic she blows. Says Grime you’re not clean. Your slate is black. She pounces like a mastiff tormented not liked. No matter how much my act is cleaned my crime is seen to be displaced with dirt under nails hammered with faults found by inspector’s eyes.
PROMPT: GRIME
THE MESS
She hadn’t been gone long.
But by the time she got back, the grime was everywhere.
Most of the furniture had been knocked over and the floor was covered in crumbs.
It was going to take ages to clean.
She never should’ve let the children play with her vintage dollhouse… 😎
We split months ago but I still can’t escape. The memories of his touch repulse me, flooding back, and I swear for the briefest moment I saw his reflection behind me in the mirror. I turned on the shower, trying to scrub his filth from me until I draw blood…
Ouch. This one is a good one Colin.
What came to me:
After the lady left, Vic’s rotten grin fell. Somebody had better start climbing, or else. Twin soot-covered faces shook, eyes large. The passage was narrow, two boys had gotten stuck. Neither had lived.
Leaning against the mantle, threats became screams as naked grimy arms pulled him up the chimney.
Delightfuly creepy.
Demiurge Urizen was tasked with making the material universe.
He looked around at the materials left to work with after the containing cosmos was completed: foul-smelling ooze, cosmic slop, and a quantum substrate of grimy uncertainty.
Was he then an evil creator? No, just not really up to his job.
A sponge cleans up mess. It’s a test. not karma, not fate. Maybe a late day that just follows the flow , maybe just a River with rocks that divert the movements.
Grim Grime’s not a chosen namesake. A crime name chosen by inspector Judy who wakes to start a fight. Sees spilt coffee stains on stove. Baiistic she blows. Says Grime you’re not clean. Your slate is black. She pounces like a mastiff tormented not liked. No matter how much my act is cleaned my crime is seen to be displaced with dirt under nails hammered with faults found by inspector’s eyes.
Once a convict, always a convict.
❤
Sort of based on a true story!
Love those true stories!