Microdosing Fiction - 100mg of a Concrete
Write 100 words based on the word: CONCRETE
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She came again—sneaking up on me like a snake. Silent like a shadow. Deadlier than venom. Her whisper a call. Call of the void in my ear pulling me astray. With her, the world is blue, lifeless. The thoughts are black, final.
I crave lead again. No bed seems as soft as concrete. A blade and my veins feel like a match made in heaven.
She wants me to follow her through the one-way tunnel where no light awaits. She wants to keep me there, see me suffer.
Fuck that. I’ll find the light. I’ll find colors. I’ll beat her.
Again.
Dealer’s note
I know this is dark. But it’s also light. And it’s probably one of the best micros I’ve ever written, at least for me. It came from somewhere really deep in me and I love it.
A cup of coffee makes the Dealer’s creative juices running!
I was excited about my find. "What a wonderful place for a homestead," I thought. But as I examined the area more closely, I realized that the rocks forming the streambed were not natural, but were made up of large chunks of concrete that had tumbled down the bank, decades ago, judging by the moss and lichens growing upon the remnants.
What happened? There was no way of knowing, but the ancient destruction bore mute testimony to the foolishness of the long dead previous tenants. I headed back to camp, to continue our long search for a new home tomorrow.
“They found the bodies in his patio.”
“Ugh.”
“He dismembered them and mixed them in the concrete.”
I didn’t say anything. I was too busy thinking about something else concrete—the concrete proof I had that Evan was having an affair. The texts.
I don’t know how I wasn’t I sobbing on the bar floor while Emily told me all about serial killers. I was so damn calm. But I did know. I knew Evan fell out of love with me. Knew that he stopped looking me in the eye. I thought I’d like to bury him in a patio.