An obligation few people could understand meant cleaning up messes even when they weren’t his.
A fine dusting of talcum powder death was washed off the glass table top. Rotten air, exhaled by contaminated lungs, black with lies, swept out the doorway. His meticulous attention to detail an attempt to erase all evidence of her from the room.
Turning off the lights, curtains open to a wash of gaudy neon, the stench of hotel illness hung in the air. He could still hear the sirens echoing in his head.
Her soul already dead, her body simply needed to catch up.
100 Word Song, a writing challenge from Lance based on a weekly music prompt. Give 100 words, not 99, not 101. This week’s challenge is inspired by The Black Crowes – “Hotel Illness”.
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That last line..wow. I love it. I do love the suspense and the easy flow of your words. You definitely nailed it.
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That last line is going to haunt me.
eden
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Epic story telling, just epic.
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great last line
The grim nature of this is so intriquing. Great 100
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Ohhh there are so many great images there. I want more to this one. Creepy creepy, and you do that so well!
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I loved the image “talcum powder death”. Gotta get mine done. I’ve been writing it for two days now, and one would think 100 words would be easier than this.
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Creepy images. I love creepiness, I am way too into it.
That last line was killer.
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I am starting to become extremely jealous of your skills.
And “Talcum Powder Death” would be a simply AWESOME name for a band.
Nicely done!
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My word, woman! You are so good at this!
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You killed this! So much in so few words but the whole story is right there. “Her soul already dead, her body simply needed to catch up.” This is a vivid line.
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