Thursday, February 17, 2005

volsung

writing prompt: modern telling of a fable, fairy/folk tale.

the night i killed fat fucking drago, killed him where he sat, huddled in the dim cavern of a cigar smoke backroom, crouched over his wealth, his hoard, triple columns of red ink and a wall safe full of green presidential portraits; fat neck, fat wrists, fat fingers clotted with soft heavy gold.

the night i killed fat fucking drago, whap whap with a claw hammer, his head egg white in a pool of red numbers and the red ink of his body was all over my fingers as i took the 1st of 3 16 penny nails out of my mouth and placed its point at the intersection of his earlobe and jawline.

the night i killed fat fucking drago i tasted his blood -just a little- when i reached for the 2nd nail and i understood something.

i could hear the language of numbers, a symphonic string section of data poured through me as the world vibrated as if degaussing a monitor.

formulas arranged themselves efforlessly; transparent and imageless as everyday speech. I could see the trails of ones and zeros and decode a bee dance as easily as any slack jawed untermensch takes the punchline out of a friends episode.

4 Comments:

Blogger stephen said...

That is fucking awesome. That's all that can come out my mouth at this time...
However, I recognize the prompt from Cobb's fiction class,and she might NOT like it, but who gives a shit.
It feels like a cross between William Gibson and Neil Gaiman, or maybe I'm too stupified right now...

1:19 PM  
Blogger Froyd said...

that was indeed awesome.

1:57 PM  
Blogger zombi_king said...

thanks dudes.

2:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm a fan of this post, but I think you could spice it up a little if you added some spies or some dialogue with drago's corpse.

5:18 AM  

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