Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Story #1: "Arrow Head"

I didn't set any specific goal for story-writing this year, simply deciding instead to write whenever and however I feel inspired. And this afternoon I was. Here's a brief, 185-word excursion into a very twisted imagination – mine. Enjoy?  ~  JH


I wake up with an arrow in my head. I don't know how it got there, but it hurts quite a bit. Apparently, I have an enemy I didn't know I'd made. There's a pool of dried or drying blood on my pillow, so I either napped at the scene of the crime or was dumped here after the fact. As I try to sit up, I realize that I'm feeling more than a little woozy. I must have lost a fair amount of blood. Which isn't surprising considering I've always been a free bleeder. (Don't ask why I know that.) I'm also a little confused, so I think I had better call the cops. Why would someone want to kill me? I'm not that annoying, am I? Perhaps an enthusiastic but spatially misguided child was practicing his archery skills and I inadvertently stepped into his path – just a simple case of being in the wrong place at the right time. Or maybe it's just because it's Tuesday and that's the way it is. Either way, I'd better notify someone before I completely lose consciousne...

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