You injected your sweet warmth into my veins, causing my heart to stop in mid jolt and compress into a ball of slimy, pulsing silly putty. My immobility was used to your advantage, for you took a glistening scalpel in your practiced weathered hands and created a large incision down my emaciated chest.
My ribs were cracked apart. My heart was removed.
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And from that day on, I no longer trusted surgeons...
Author notes
prompt: opiate
figurative: a thing that soothes or stupefies.
under 100 words.
word count- 73
Eh. Don't really know if I like it or I hate it.
A contest entry
- Quickie Time! by DecorusApparatus.
550 points, ended November 7, 4 entries
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Comments
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wow
intense portaryal of being taken in firmly in love..a territory that is so dangerous...these surgeons are dangerous...they eprform so many surgeries in day..ummm.rest is pain with each individual patient....just kidding..lmoa -
The silly putty metaphor really took me by surprise. I'd never heard it before and it was just so original... fantastic work with that. Your prose is very fluid, and I liked your style a lot. Thank you very much for your entry!
--Katie
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thank you very much !
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lol. i lost this quickie.
nicely done, you have a way with short prose.
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oh, I'm sure you probably beat me to a pulp !
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haha, honeslty i didnt. i suck at word prompts.
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nope. you did.
oh, and where are my manners ? thank you
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