II - Accusation

“Y-you’re… you’re killing me!”

She was. She was surprised it took him this long to realize this.

“Let me… oh god… let me go! You’re insane!”

In a motel in Lumis, a small town in northern California, a businessman named Edgar was having a rather interesting night. In fact, he was still inside of Morgan when she cut his wrist with what he assumed was a box cutter. A very unfortunate occurrence considering he was tied to the bed, which seemed like a great idea when she suggested it.

“How does it feel?”

“I can’t… please…”

She slapped him. “Oh, calm down. Tell me!”

He swallowed hard. She had tied his wrist up with his favorite blue shirt. A shirt that his wife had ironed just this morning. He should have never gone to the bar for a drink after work, he should have gone right home to his wife. He should have certainly suspected something when this woman, half his age, had taken such an interest in him. 

Morgan pressed the razor into his chest.

“How does it feel!?”

“H-how do you thi-…”

That’s when Edgar realized it.

He didn’t feel a thing. Even as she ran that blade down his chest, he didn’t feel a thing.

“Nothing.”

Morgan smiled.

I - Beginning

Madison Cole had always assumed that something was wrong with her.

There were always things happening around Madison that she couldn’t understand. She often found herself at the same coffee shop at Belmont and Clark pondering the way the world operated and typically kept to herself. She would sip her black coffee and wonder about the people who rushed in and out of the coffee shop, spending an outrageous amount of money on coffee because of added milk and sugar.

She wondered when society decided to place value in scraps of paper and pieces of metal. She also wondered why people spent most of their days in large buildings, punching numbers into grey boxes. They would do this until they found their hands useless, crippled by tingling sensations and a shooting pain in their forearms. 

“Oh, Maddy, that’s just how things are.”

She often heard this statement.

Madison spent her entire life questioning things. She wondered simple things, like why pizza came in square boxes when it was clearly a round food or why traffic jams occurred when all one had to do was simply drive straight. She wondered why a family consisting of very ungrateful, spoiled individuals could gain an incredible sum of money because cameras followed them around. She wondered why people worried more about what logo was sewn into their shirt instead of the quality of the food they ate.

She had given up asking others. Doing so only ever caused her trouble. So, she did what she assumed to be the correct move: she simply kept to herself and carried on like everyone else. She assumed this was something that everyone had to do. She assumed it was a mark of maturity. To not question these things, as it was just how it was - like she had been told so many times before.

It wasn’t. In fact, no one else in the world questioned these things.

It was this reason why Madison Cole was about to be in an incredible amount of danger.

using the prompts below, write a drabble (or whatever) a day for the next 30 days. find someone willing to hit you if you miss a day. look back at the end and go ‘oh! i’m a writer!’.

beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.