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There have been some requests for stories to be posted so I guess I will honor those requests.
I post today a short piece written for my Writing Fiction class. Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
Yvonne screamed. A horrible wailing cry that echoed through the circus tent. The crowd of children and parents joined her screaming when it had dawned upon them what had happened. Blood poured out of the wound where the throwing knife stuck into her chest. Still tied to the large target, still turning upside down then back upright again, the sudden impact was disorienting. She looked down at the knife stuck into her and her white gown quickly turning red. In the brief moment she was suspended upside down, Yvonne felt her blood, warm against her skin, as it flowed across her chest to her neck and face. It spread out across her shoulders, a whorl of blood across her graceful body.
It was the first time Phil had missed the target. He was usually a good shot, the knives between her legs and under each arm was proof of that. But tonight his fourth knife missed its mark.
“Honey!” Yvonne had cried backstage, running into Phil’s arms only moments before their act. “Honey, we need to celebrate.”
“Celebrate? What’s all this about?” he asked, accepting the glass of champagne she had poured for him.
“Honey, we’re going to have a baby! I’m pregnant!” She couldn’t contain her joy any longer, they had been trying for so long and now it was finally happening. They finished their drinks and poured another for themselves.
I post today a short piece written for my Writing Fiction class. Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
Yvonne screamed. A horrible wailing cry that echoed through the circus tent. The crowd of children and parents joined her screaming when it had dawned upon them what had happened. Blood poured out of the wound where the throwing knife stuck into her chest. Still tied to the large target, still turning upside down then back upright again, the sudden impact was disorienting. She looked down at the knife stuck into her and her white gown quickly turning red. In the brief moment she was suspended upside down, Yvonne felt her blood, warm against her skin, as it flowed across her chest to her neck and face. It spread out across her shoulders, a whorl of blood across her graceful body.
It was the first time Phil had missed the target. He was usually a good shot, the knives between her legs and under each arm was proof of that. But tonight his fourth knife missed its mark.
“Honey!” Yvonne had cried backstage, running into Phil’s arms only moments before their act. “Honey, we need to celebrate.”
“Celebrate? What’s all this about?” he asked, accepting the glass of champagne she had poured for him.
“Honey, we’re going to have a baby! I’m pregnant!” She couldn’t contain her joy any longer, they had been trying for so long and now it was finally happening. They finished their drinks and poured another for themselves.