Okay, so per my commitment last week, here is my creative writing training exercise. I found weekly writing prompts available at writersdigest.com. This was kinda fun - I had to stop myself to stay at 500 words. I may take this weekly.
I wrote it in two quick sessions last night before bed and while riding the bus this morning. It is unedited. The point was to crank it out. My lunchtime hangout crew requested some elements to be included.
You can judge whether I improve over time. Here goes:
It was a dark and stormy night. Sure, it’s cliché but that how I remember how it all started. How I was forced in to making this decision. How I ended up alone.
I also remember that the handcuffs were too tight. In fact, when I first woke up, the pain was all I could think of for a time. I felt drugged, pliable and not in control. As I started to get my bearings, I looked around. I was seated in a vehicle. A van. It was moving. The driver didn’t speak or even look at me. He just delivered me to my destination in silence.
When the door opened, I got out (what else was I to do) and stretched as best I could with my hands bound in back. Two large guards with just as large side-arms guided me inside the nondescript building. It was one of those quick assemble warehouse buildings, like many in the industrial park. That oriented me a bit as to where I was. Good.
As soon as I crossed the entrance, I laid my eye on an attractive-looking woman in a lab coat. She smiled and said that the doctor was ready for me. Confused, I asked her what she was talking about. She just smiled and led me and my escort deeper in to the building and into a darkened room.
I was mostly blinded by the bright overhead lights. It created perfect pools of white against the dark. The floor was tiled. It smelled clean. Actually, it didn’t smell of anything. The sweat of the guards. The spicy scent of perfume. That’s it.
No one spoke. The only sound was my quickening breathing and my heart pounding in my head.
The guards picked me up and dropped me in to what looked like a leather dentist chair. It resembled a well-worn recliner that some cat had licked and chewed upon. It felt strangely comfortable. Except for the straps. They pinned my shoulders and legs as I tried to struggle and panic, but it was useless. The still smiling nurse fixed the straps to my legs, arms and across my thighs and chest.
The guards retreated to the dark. I could tell she was somewhere near as I could smell her mild scent, but she remained out of sight.
Well, this is it then, I thought.
As the doctor entered the light, he started singing to himself.
“Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes! Eyes, Ears, Mouth and Nose!”
That’s not right.
It was “Eyes, Ears, Mouth or Nose”. That’s what he sang. Weird.
I never saw the doctor’s face. He wore a surgical mask and some weird set of goggles with a magnifying lens over one eye. He sported a sleeved apron over what looked like a three-piece suit.
“Eyes, Ears, Mouth or Nose?”
He was still singing but it was apparent he was asking me a question.
“One to enhance. One to diminish. Choose now. Choose wisely. I’d hate to have to terminate this experiment. Disposal is, well, complicated.”