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Loop - Rethink
I jerked awake suddenly with a sweat covered face. What a strange, but wonderful, dream... I always wake up right before the good part.
It took me a few seconds to hear my alarm coming from my phone. It wasn't very loud, but in the silence of my room, it was loud, obnoxious, and unwelcome to my ears. I quickly shut it off. *Sigh* Time for another morning. I looked up at my wall and saw all of my straight-A awards from school. Rewards for hard work are always welcome. A reason to get up in the morning, I guess. I sighed again and got up. I would never think to ditch school. I was a good kid, if I were to say so myself. I took about five minutes to get dressed and open my door. Before I could head over to the bathroom to spike my hair, I noticed the lights were on downstairs. Who could be up at this time? Probably my dad, making himself a breakfast. I came halfway down the stairs and saw my brother, sister, and dad sitting on the couch. There was a man dressed in black standing in front of them with a gun.
Rapidly, I tried going back up stairs. I had never been good at stealth. "Get back down here, boy!" the man said. Dammit. I quietly dialed 911 on my phone and threw it up stairs. I lived near a cop; hopefully they would trace the address and the cop would get here quickly. I walked back downstairs and the man in black waved me over to the couch with the gun. "What do you want from us?" my dad cried. "I want nothing. I just enjoy the thrill of human sacrifice." My sister started crying. "Good bye." he said. My brother tried to put his hands up, but it did nothing. Half a second later, there was a hole in his face with blood oozing out. *BANG!* next was my dad. Now, all that was left was my sister, the man, and I, all splattered with blood, looks of shock on my sister's and my face. Then, all of a sudden, the police kicked down the door and stormed in. They must have heard the gunshots over through the door. The man knew he didn't have long. He pointed the gun at my sister and pulled the trigger...
I jerked awake suddenly with a sweat covered face. What a strange, but wonderful, dream... I always wake up right before the good part.
It took me a few seconds to hear my alarm coming from my phone. It wasn't very loud, but in the silence of my room, it was loud, obnoxious, and unwelcome to my ears. I quickly shut it off. *Sigh* Time for another morning...
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Submission for Flash Fiction competition
Edit: Thank you wweerrdd. I will keep your comments in mind.
wweerrdd
Some people say art is measured by how much the viewer can interact with it. This piece asks the reader to view the story in several different ways through a repetition of theme that goes from normal straight A kid to potentially screwed up psychopath. It plays with the mind and asks to be played with in turn. Great story MonkeyV ... just great. I do have some criticisms, but you should take them as just stupid bullshit that gets in the way of an otherwise well developed story.
You've heard of the 'show don't tell' bit before I'm sure. But, when you say, 'probably my dad making a breakfast. Wrong.' You are telling the reader what is going on. Try taking the wrong out and see how you like it. You may just find that it make the whole piece more disturbing.
Also, I would just like to say that your attention to grammar is obvious and I appreciate the additional effort you placed within it.
Great story.
MonkeyV
Why thank you very much!
That is exactly what I was aiming for.