A Ton of Bricks
Today, I was hit with a ton of bricks. Killed me outright... stone dead.
I never even saw it coming. I was just walking along with a friend, talking about something trivial just to make conversation. Then, suddenly... right out of the blue, wham!
So what am I supposed to do now?
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (2 so far!)
In answer to the question at the end, the cynic in me says do whatever you can get away with until it brings no pleasure, then start haunting people.
Not sure it means anything beyond the oddness of English but it's interesting that there are two rock references in the first line in bricks and stone. For being only six sentences there's a lot going on here and I applaud you for that. Unexpected death can come at any moment. It will likely be in the middle of something else. Usually it leaves people on this side asking what can we do. So to flip and make the dead person ask it, is a good direction for further questions whether it is in the mind of a reader or a written sequel.
- #3794 Posted 1 year ago
The two "rock references" were unintentional but I have to confess that I like that I did that.
In the "old" days, I used to struggle to bring stories down to the kilocharacter limit. This story, and my previous one, seemed to want to end when they did, well before the limit.
Thanks for the comment, Robert.
- #3795 Posted 1 year ago
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