I clutched my pen in my hand, a bead of sweat running down my face. I wracked my brain for some sort of clue, anything that would lead me in the right direction, but nothing came to me. I prayed for some sort of inspiration, something I could use to my advantage... I felt my pulse pounding in my eardrums as I glanced around the small, white room. There was nothing in there that had any personality. It was all so blank... I needed to make it better. I needed CREATIVITY, for with that would come my inspiration. I jerked the drawers out of my desk frantically and grabbed a handful of markers. I scribbled all over the wall in random squiggles, but it was not enough. I grabbed tubes of paint and squirted them over the floor, streaking the color around with my toes, but I couldn't seem to find any patterns. All I needed was one thought, one memory of the outside world that would link to an event that would give me an idea, but my brain just wasn't connecting. I screamed in agony and clutched my head, howling my fury at the ceiling.1
"WHY?!?! WHO THE HELL COMES UP WITH THESE THINGS?!?!" I ripped out a handful of my hair, which made me scream again. My little white room was a cage of despair, a cell that held me in and made it difficult to breath, impossible to think. My chest heaved with the effort of sustaining the oxygen in my lungs, my limbs growing weak as I thrashed around in vain. I couldn't go on. The pain was too much. I took my brand-new, unused fountain pen and stabbed myslef in the chest with it, the crimson liquid bleeding over my hands, fueling the pen with sustaining ink. I watched the syrupy blood pool over the immaculate white tile, and suddenly, inspiration came to me. I began to write furiously despite the fatal wound in my chest. My pen flew over the page, my one last page, my final lifeline. I wrote as fast as I could, my hand getting shakier and shakier with each stroke. I dashed to my computer and typed it all up with lightning speed. I clicked the "Submit Story" button with my last bit of strength. Then, finally, I collapsed on the floor, the blood still flowing from my open wound.2
I had finally done it... I had finished the story.3
My grin of triumph froze on my face as my body stiffened on the keyboard, the words still there on the screen.4
A contest entry for:5
Suicide.6
I just want to read about people killing themselves...7
Author notes
[My favorite song is Red Light Pledge by Silverstein.] For a contest
A contest entry
- Suicide. by easily amused.
100 points, ended May 7, 46 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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haha i was thinking of the irony of this. but i was trying to control my laughter throughout too. ironic things always make me laugh:/ interesting, a fountain pen can kill a man... hmm should try it sometime=P
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Its ironic how the guy was trying to write a story for suicide and in the end ended up killing himself. I enjoyed reading this story! I found your story to be suspenseful, horror filled, slightly humorous, and ironically somewhat true! You described everything very well. From the very beginning your story snagged my attention and kept it until the very end. Keep up he great work!
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Thanks for your kind comment and applause! I'm glad you liked it. The point was that he/she (not really sure which) was writing the story of his/her own death. I did it for a contest in which the main rule was that you write a story about the main character committing suicide. It was really a lot of fun!
Thanks again.
-Claire
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There is an old saying that every great story comes from a moment of crisis.
Do you need to suffer to produce great art?
There is certainly plently of evidence to suggest that this might be the case.
Great thought provoking little story for us writers.
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This was fun, never saw it coming till the last lines. I was thinking of someone's writer block when I start reading. In a way it was, but never thought it would end this way.
You made me laugh after it.
beginning: 4, language: 4, plot: 4, ending: 4, dialog: 4, characters: 4.
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I am glad you did! That was the point. It's supposed to be satiristic and twisted at the same time. Thank you for your comment!
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I loved the first sentence in paragraph 2. It was SO funny! You go! Good read+Good write=Good author!
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Thank you very much! Yes, I try, I try...
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oh.
wow.
Risk dieing to write just one story and you wont live to see peoples reactions???
um.... ok?
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