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Exercise Wednesday: This picture in 100 words or fewer

February 8, 2012

To all the guys (and some of the women) reading this, let’s pretend this picture isn’t about the first thing you thought when you saw it. After all, not everything revolves around that.

Pretending then, that the woman in this picture isn’t in the throes of connubial bliss, in 100 words or fewer, what’s happening in this picture. One thing that might make it more interesting is what could be a foot and a pantleg in the background. So what’s happening here? Is she giving birth? Is the Alien bursting forth from her chest, just like John Hurt’s? Is she doing a particularly difficult abs routine?

Figure it out. One hundred words or less in 20 minutes.

  1. Chris Hamilton permalink
    February 8, 2012 6:27 am

    He commanded me to push. I said his parents weren’t married.

    He ignored me.

    No pain pills. His orders.

    He worked me like a slavemaster. Push. Push. Push.

    The pushing was worse than labor.

    The ten more seconds he demanded might as well have been ten years.

    He didn’t smile when I finished. He looked at the ugly criss-cross stitches that made my knee look like Stevie Wonder’s rag doll.

    Ten weeks since the accident. Six months until the season’s first downhill. He said I could make it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

  2. February 8, 2012 8:52 am

    It came from out of nowhere.

    Sudden, fast, and furious.

    As Melissa was finding comfort on her bed, following a shower that followed her work out, it hit her and it hit her hard.

    Robbing her lungs of oxygen and making mute the vocal chords in her throat, the abrupt pain from the cramps in both her calves was excruciating. It was as if her muscles had been put into vices, each shut tight with the strength of a hundred men.

    Melissa knew the pain would pass, just not quickly enough.

  3. February 8, 2012 9:16 am

    The holy water strikes her and slits an open wound across her thighs.

    “He commands you exit.” The priest hovers the crucifix above her belly.

    “It burns!” she screams, but her voice is muffled with a low growl, then laughter.

    “He commands you exit the body, He commands it!”

    The holy water boils and spills over the top of the bottle and onto the woman’s stomach.

    Father Crest is thrust into the desk and his crucifix plunges deep into his right eye.

    He falls to the floor, dead.

    The woman is fully consumed. The demon gets up and walks away.

  4. February 8, 2012 12:05 pm

    Samantha’s night terror abruptly wakes her husband. This night, he does as he has many times before. He throws himself over her in an effort to hold her down, afraid the merciless writhing will cause her harm. He knows the dark shadow in her subconscious is back again. He watches as the silent screams try to escape from her mouth. He is the only one who hears her quiet pleas. Then, just as suddenly as the nightmare started, it’s over and Samantha returns to the peaceful sleep that was so violently interrupted by the memories of her abuser.

  5. February 9, 2012 10:20 pm

    I borrowed this lesson and posted on my blog, but I don’t know how to do the trackbacks and pingbacks. I tried some different things on my blog, so hopefully I was able to include what I needed! 🙂

    Fun challenge.


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