So, this is a week’s worth of YOUR writing – the complete Exquisite Corpse piece. I’m so proud and happy that everyone took part, because it means so much. And you know what – it actually works, all together, and flows!
I’ve changed a few words here and there that were in different tenses, and so it might not be as clear who wrote it.
Thank you so much to everyone who took part, and especially to Rina. You’re fantastic, and every single one of you has creativity inside them. Don’t doubt yourself just because you think you can’t do something, because we know you can.
And, here it is! Enjoy.
A girl stared out to sea, the breeze combing through her auburn hair. Tentatively she removed a pale hand from the railing and brushed away the single tear that was coursing down her cheek. She breathed in the fresh, salty sea air in attempt to calm herself, and her racing thoughts. She thought, and wondered whether a chocolate milkshake might cheer her up, but then she started to dwell on the past.
But instead of calming down she felt like she was drowning –
drowning in the sorrows that she stared into the souls of. Thinking of her past, her now dead mother. Her eyes started to sting, shimmering in the light that swept across the sky.
The sun cast a golden glow across the horizon, it’s light tinting the clouds pink, purple, magenta. Tears fell freely down her face as she recalled what happened a few hours earlier. And even though she didn’t want to admit it, she knew it was her fault. As if on repeat, the yells and screams battered her mind, causing her hands to clench into white-knuckled fists.
She was snapped out of her absentminded rage to realise that she had clenched her fists so tightly that she had drawn blood, yet she was too numb to care. She had no control of her fists any more, her legs giving out under her. If she could take the pain away, she would; if she could take time away, she would. Thinking of all the events that had occurred, anger and disappointment was what she felt deep down; her suffocating sadness slowly started to engulf her. Tears ran down her face as she thought about what she’d just done.
She turned her back on the rippling waters. To gaze on their beauty seemed wrong today. She remembered how angry he was, how sad he was. They made a pact, “Promise to put each other out of our own miseries,” and that’s exactly what she did to him. She kept her promise.
Looking the other way, she couldn’t see the danger approaching behind her back.
“You killed him – you killed them all!” The scream cut her like a knife, echoed by the roaring surf and offset by the blazing sun. She flinched at the vigorous tone, then began seething as she finally understood. Her demonic twin sister was the true culprit. Although, in all honesty, she wished it was her. The sick twisted being didn’t deserve to see his last moments.
She felt this pain in her chest like someone was ripping her broken heart out of it. Frantically she ran towards the figure, screaming, “No! It wasn’t me, I promise!” The tears began to fall thick and fast down her cheeks as she pleaded, “…Please…believe me…” But the form paid no mind to her cries, calmly grabbing her body as a sedative was pressed to her neck. Her screams drowned out and all that was left was a spiralling darkness.
Blackness receded from the edges of her vision, creeping away from her. Shivering, with her head pounding, she stared around as the air hummed, stones digging into her back. She wasn’t shivering because she was cold, though; she was shivering because of the fear that was rushing through her veins – the fear that He might come back, the fear that He would get revenge. Thinking about what happened filled her with emotions she didn’t know she possessed. As she closed her eyes, it all came back in flashes. It was painful to relive it, but she kept her eyes shut.
He was yelling, again; He was hitting, again – right in the front of her mind.
It was as if the movie of her past was unfolding, in front of her, helpless to respond. Never had she felt so much pain as she had to face the worst moment in her life knowing how it was going to end. – She was scared, and many “what if’s” came to her mind. What if no one found her? What if no one ever found out what happened to her? What if he did the same thing to someone else? She couldn’t let that happen; she wouldn’t let anyone else experience this, she had to do something, but what could she possibly do?
Through the agonising lashes, the silver lining came in the form of her loathsome twin sister. She had abhorred her sister for so long that she hadn’t tried their mind link in years and wondered if it still worked. She clutched her fists into tight curls of hope, as if whispering to the ghosts of her former past to help her, but it was no use. All that surrounded her were clouds of darkness, of her fears, of the past, and of the future she’d no longer have. Something had possessed her to do this but what she felt on the outside was nothing like what she felt on the inside for all the inside ever was, was hurt, pain and regret, so much regret. Her voice became hoarse and her mind was again swamped with dreary thoughts and memories.
Eerily, his last words to her echoed around her head, like a tornado: “I’ll see you tomorrow,” “tomorrow,” it repeated. Except she never saw him. Not tomorrow, not the next and not the next. He had vanished as painfully as he had appeared- through the cloud of ash on that fateful day.
Instead, she took to gazing at her reflection in the nearby creek to pass the time. She almost couldn’t recognise the face staring back at her in the water- a face full of pain, of memories that would never be forgotten. Where was the person she was before? Or. Was that who she really was? Just a naïve girl who used to convince herself that she was somehow a good person? Maybe she was just discovering her true self, at the very moment. She thought maybe she was the real evil twin. There were two of her on one body. Her evil twin sister never existed. She made it up in her head to deal with her dark side, her very dark side.
She looked down at her hands. They were covered in blood. The blood reminded her of what she had done. She lost all the control and fell on her knees. Crying, shaking, feeling the pain, she stayed on the ground.
Lightning struck somewhere nearby. She could see the bright light. She could feel it, tingling around her skin. She looked down at her body, her hands still drenched in fresh blood, and saw that the lightning bolt came directly at her. She was illuminated, electrified, yet she did not feel any pain.
No. She felt good. She felt intoxicated as she felt herself being torn apart. Moments later, she was staring at a replica of herself; it was her twin sister.
‘I should’ve done this long ago.’ They both spoke the same sentence, at the same moment. They were both identical. A fight between the two would usually be pointless, because for all intents and purposes, they were equal.
But not this time. This time, one of them had just been lightning struck. The energy of the strike coursed through her body, filling her veins with a raw power so different from the quiet suffering and resignation that had flowed there before. She felt herself burning from the inside, consumed by a force tot great for her comprehension. She lunged towards her sister, face contorted with fury and pain, though strangely she didn’t remember deciding to move. A guttural cry was wrenched from her throat, but it didn’t sound like her voice.
In tandem, two hands rose, fingers splaying as thunderous power was released. It crackled along her skin, rushing at her sister in a burst. Fire roared, making her body quake, the twins crying out in identical shrieks of agony, mixed with exultation. With eyes streaming, her power surged, fueled by years of hate and pain to overcome the sinuous tendrils of her sister. Screams, blurred in her memory, a flash, and an explosion that rocked the world. Finally, after aeons of pain, the echoes of a sorrowful existence resounded in her mind, until all that was left was the afterimage of a tranquil seaside, a solitary tear sliding down her face.
The Participants (go and check out their blogs!)
Letters To Emma
Just A Blank Space
Aspiring Blue Cat
The Orang-utan Librarian
Liss and Dani
Just Average Teen Me
My Teenage Madness
Thank you, everyone! You’re amazing.
From Elm 🙂