Well who knew what the outcome of this one would be? I sure didn’t. Crazy man. Crazy. Just shows what great writing comes out of these people, each and every week. They’re heroes, that’s what they are. Pure writing heroes.
Of course, one of them is better than the others… at least this week. š And this week is was Lilith Katz, @AlcyoneAlchemy. Yay! Horray! You’re on your way!
Big round of applause for this winning entry, and from a new victim… I mean fantastic writer at that. Congratulations, and may you go on to greatness and remember us when you’re a billionaire author.
Here’s her winning entry. Enjoy.
āBut my fingers are bleedingā Taslu whimpered, unable to raise her head where it hung inches from the old fashioned metal typewriter. The letters & numbers were worn off the keys, the levers and cogs inside dirty and cobwebbed, but also dripping in dried, congealing and fresh blood; heād forced her here, hour upon hour, day after day, to write for the last 30 days.
āType it, type āThe Endā, he calmly and quietly instructed.
She didnāt know if any of it would make sense to anyone, it certainly didnāt make any sense to her anymore. Her mind was a jumble of confused feelings, but mostly no feelings at all as she felt broken and empty; he had taken everything from her when he stole her from her home & locked her here in this dark place with only his voice, not even his face, for company.
Would he free her now that it was finished? She didnāt know and she didnāt care. She belonged to him now to do with what he wished, she was devoid of desire for anything but for the writing to stop; and with that, she typed with shaking, cold & blood streaked fingers, āThe Endā.
Thanks to all who read & voted & especially to Leah who gives this project so much time & energy each week š