Crunch: The Visitor
Crunch: The Visitor
Writing Exercise #17
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Reader Warning: This one is a little depressing—it’s a kind of emotion/character study. Also, important to note: Nothing written in fiction should be construed as being actually reflective of my own mental state. They come from my brain, sure, but please don’t read too much into it. If anything, consider it a helpful exorcism by drawing out negativity and putting it on a page.
In fact, let this be a reminder—check in on your friends! If it’s been a while, whether you think they are at risk or not, say hello! At worst, they’d love to hear from you. At best, maybe the timing is just right.
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Crunch: Write that promptless something
He looked at the gun on the table. The gun looked back at him.
So, it’s gonna be this way, huh?
It was the only rational choice. Yes, this is the way it must be. No reason to saddle anyone else in this world with my problems. My debts are wiped clean, what few assets I have can be divided amongst my family. They would understand. He took another big swig of whiskey.
Really, his main concern was writing a final letter. Words were not coming easily.
He looked at the gun on the table. The gun looked back at him.
There was a knock on the door.
Who in the blazes…
He got up and closed the door to his room behind him. He flung the front door open and—
She was there, and some of his other close friends.
“Hey!” She said, all smiles. “We heard about what happened and came down as soon as we could.”
“I…uh…” He stammered.
“May we come in?”
“Yes…please, I…”
“Just water for me, thanks. You guys want anything?”
They nodded, “Water too, please.”
I helped myself to some water while I poured them their drinks.
“I’m so happy to see you.” He managed to say.
“How have you been doing? Up to anything?”
“Oh, nothing.” He said. “In fact, let me go clean up, just a moment.”
He went back to his room. He looked at the gun on the table. The gun looked back at him.
Not today, my friend.
(250 words)
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This one hits hard.
I love this idea and love that you call them Crunches!! I'm definitely going to write my own and share them with you. (p.s. I didn't find this depressing, but ultimately, sweet.)