Sunday, January 24, 2010

Are we having fun yet?

In a corner of the world... she sits cowering...gazing terrified at all the happenstances...whirling past her..flinching at the slightest sound, eyes and mouth open wide, but the scream is silent...shreds of torn black silks fallen around her...like dead black birds...
Debris on the road...dumped metal heaps...a half building bent with shame... the explosion devoured its roof...a man on the road, a gun shot, bullet ripping through him, he flies without wings, body arched, hands hanging limply, head thrown back, a question in his eyes, "did i just get shot...???" little does he know that he's dead...
An underground basement...monotonous tempo...thud thud thud...strobe lights flashing, purple, blue, green...eyes closed, bodies swaying, lost to everyone, maybe themselves too...
She lies there, black silk sliding off a white shoulder...film of sweat on the rounded curve of an arched breast, head on the arm of a plush purple settee, hair touches the floor, mouth parted wide trying to steal the already depleting oxygen, sinuous body curved like cupid's bow reaching into him, head slowly sliding off the arm of the settee, almost touching the floor...exposing a neck that deserved to be ravaged, legs entwined around him, tantalizing glimpses of a milky white thigh...
He gazes down at her...dead eyes, muscles taut, rippling, a finger following the path made by a drop of sweat, down the flawlessly shaped neck...a neck which deserves to be ravaged, his jaw tightens, teeth gritted...a neck which has been punctured...mini-wounds...desperate search for veins to plunge the needle in...the knife is in his hand, sharp serrated... he surveys her body lying beneath him, the arched breasts, the soft skin shaming black silk, the submission...a hand grips and curves around her vulnerable throat finding the pulse...fluttering heartbeat...the knife shimmers...
She sits there cowering...in one corner of the world...they had warned her about him...but she was powerless...the knife wound on her thigh a testimony of what might have happened if she had not snapped out of the haze...she wondered why she picked up the gun when she left her apartment...
As he took flight he gazed at the sky...a million stars came tumbling down on him...he saw an up-side down world...he saw her face...the gun falling down from her hand..."did i just get shot?"

5 comments:

Mayur said...

lol, its a series :p. fun read :)

Preeti said...

is it now...? :-)

i'm glad you found it fun... :-)

Mayur said...

oye, i did not mean funny, funny :) i saw this one along with the latest post and i was like - oh! cool!

about this "piece" - i like the pace, it makes for a very interesting read. I love the description but have to read once more to get more insight about the plot. Who was the guy? what was he after? what happened to the lady after that?

:)

M.

Preeti said...

M...

hahaha...
:-)

questions questions...

to be honest even i dont know what happens to them and who the guy is...maybe he is a sadistic serial killer...she seems like a junkie...and i think she has killed him because he has tried to kill her...

i'm sorry if this makes no sense...

:(

Esh Dec In said...

You're the headiest writer I've ever come across. Half the things go over my crazy mind. :s

And, I started writing again. http://shutupdickie.blogspot.com/