The distinct edges of it made his pocket look synthetically pregnant, stretching the fibers of his denim jeans in the kind of uniform way that forms a white crease. The cold metal was sweating more than he had been, as he walked into the classroom. A large industrial-sized fan was blowing in the corner. She saw the gross geometric pattern of the gun in the boy's pocket, and she couldn't take her eyes off the bulge, for what seemed like a very long time. All she could hear was the jet-hum of the oversized fan, and just barely, the second hand of the clock, dragging her fear out forever.
chills
good shit!
For real though, was that prompt meant to make us think it was a boner? Because that's exactly what made me go, alright, charting new course: school shooting haha.
exactly! I try to get folks thinkin a bit, try to steer a different direction than I have steered it
Very Nicely written friend. I like the way you write.
I appreciate that. The sexual hook seemed so obvious from the prompt, that I wanted to take it to the least sexual place I could imagine. But with a little creativity, I suppose it could always go back that direction. I've never done this before, and it's interesting holding that tension in mind with respect to where someone else had been trying to take it.
And I appreciate the effort to take it away from the sexual. Everything everywhere is pushed to be sexual to the point that there is nothing worth looking at any longer. The levels of attempted titillation have gone well past any proclivities I could possibly entertain and it's repulsive.
Quite the world we live in these days eh.
Are you chirogonemd?
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