I’m a big fan of Chuck Wendig’s blog, Terrible Minds, and the in-your-face writing advice he dispenses. So how could I resist his 200 Words at a Time challenge? The idea: each Friday over the next 5 Fridays, participants write 200 words of a 1000 word story. But each section must continue someone else’s story, not the author’s own. Here are my first 200 words! To whomever picks this up–hope you have fun with it!
Lee’s seen a lot of terrible things in her day, but this is the worst. She can’t exactly put a finger on why it’s the worst; she’s seen more gory, more brutal, more degrading. But this one makes her knees weak and her gorge rise and the skin on her face crawl. This one just about sends her vomiting in a corner like the rookie who just dashed outside.
It’s the nails. Long nails, their round, waffle-patterned heads out of balance with the length of their bodies. A number of them are drowning in the pool of spilled blood like teeth knocked loose in a fight. More tumble out of upended boxes near the corpse. And fifty-six of them are buried in the corpse itself. Some deeper than others. Some are reduced to dark circles on his skin, weird birthmarks; others turn him into the world’s biggest voodoo doll. No part of him has been spared. Lee shudders. There are signs of struggle, but mostly in the immediate area around the body. Like someone sat on him and just started hammering. Patiently, carefully, nail after nail.
Lee’s almost glad to see that Charlie’s as pale as she is.