A dark noir tale of epic proportions told entirely through vignettes
Darkness Surrounds, Then
The Low Moaning Of A Single Cello
Rain, Falling Like Pebbles
The Onset Of A Five-O-Clock Shadow
Forty-Eight Hours Wide-Eyed
In Dire Need Of Sleep
The Grumbled Delivery Of A Morbid One-Liner
A Crouching Shadow On The Arriving Train
The Bait And Switch
A Clever Ruse
Replacement Of The Bottled Gin With Liquid Explosive
Two Muffled Gunshots
A Sword Fight Ensues
One Clumsily Severed Artery
Walls Painted In Crimson
A Lady In Red
Gone In A Flash
Only A Figment
A Thirteen Minute Struggle On Top Of An Unhinging Box Car
Barreling Down The Tracks
A Man In A Suede Olive Green Suit
Mismatched Top Hat
A Mighty Crash
Masked By Thunder Claps
The Music Of Bones Breaking
Reverberating Through The Night
Tumbling
Hand Over Foot
Down The Side Of A Ravine
Off The Beaten Path
Only Four Cigarettes Remaining
Stumble Upon
Hollowed Ground
A Hidden Laboratory Deep Within A Crypt At The Cemetery
Leather Boots On Wet Cobblestone
Encrypted Messages Scrawled On Coffin Lids
An Elusive Skeleton Key
Electricity Shooting From Fingertips
Blackened And Singed
Bloody Bandages
Unraveling
A Man With White Hair
Pupils Magnified To Funhouse Proportions
A Cold Liver Sandwich
Seventeen Cups Of Black Coffee
Interrogation By Fingernail Pulling
A Half Empty Container Of Pickles With A Finger Inside
A MacGuffin Of Sinister Sorts
Things May Not Be What They Seem
Strange Echoes
A Subterranean Corridor
Creatures Scurry In The Darkness
The Faint Glimmer Of Illumination Up Ahead
A Puzzling Breeze Coming From The Bookcase
Smoke And Mirrors
A Secret Passageway
From Outside Something Stirs
A Weathered Trench Coat
A Long Black Cadillac
A German Password
It Begins To Click
Everything Falls Into Place
The Key To An Invisibility Potion
A Loose Brick In The Fireplace
Cinder And Smoke
One Third Of A Tattered Map
Hidden Peepholes In The Family Painting
Return Of The Lady In Red
A Withered Rose
An Embrace
Smeared Red Lipstick
A Slight Hint Of Lavender Tea
A Powerful Premonition
The Jig Is Up
Glowing Red Eyes From Behind Shadowed Bushes
Quickly Extinguished
The Escape
Transportation Hijacked
A Kink In The Plan
Brake Lines Have Been Cut
Feeling Lightheaded
Trichloromethane
Chloroform In Layman’s Terms
Spinning
Hurtling
A Thud
Twisted Metal
Broken Glass
Skull To Pavement
Fleeting Phantasms
Time Passes
Groggily Awaken
Vision Is Foggy
A New Location
A Skeleton Grin
Friend Or Foe
Very Few Questions Answered
Even More Questions Posed
What Lies Ahead
Stay Tuned
THE END
Thanks for reading,
~Curtis Rx
Awesome. This seems almost stream of conscious writing, which is the coolest sort. Also very Tim Burton-esque, you know.
Lovely. I could see this being turned into a film of sorts…
Oooh, very nice.
I agree, that would be so cool if this were turned into a movie.
Words can’t describe how beautiful this piece is, Curtis.
a string of tangled thoughts.
jumbled like anagrams.
marvelous.
Insanely good. Keep up the nice work.
Two words. Acid. Trip.
This is magnificent sir, you the mind of a genious. If only everyone could appreciate the imagination and creativity you possess.I most certainly do.Again, i salute you sir.
Absolutely Brilliant.
Hm. Although I’ve never seen this form of writing before, I must say that I’m impressed. At first I thought “Well, this isn’t going to be good at all.” But by the end, I really got into it. Well done.
The style of writing reminds me of my Alice In Wonderland themed poem-like things.
More stories. D:<
DO IT.
DO IT NOW.
Was there a lunch break in there? Too much caffeine can be bad for you.
This, kind sir, was amazing. Poem format, my favorite kind of story. I salute you sir.
That was amazing! I really can’t describe how amazing your writing skills are..Only that I admire your skills greatly.
When I started reading, I fell into a daze, my eyes darted through the lines, absorbing it all. The only thing that snapped me out?
“Stay tuned.”
Insanely good keep up the nice work curtis
This is awesome, Curtis 😀 <3