Friday, March 14, 2014

What's hidden in the Dark?


Noteworthy Writing Prompt #3
"Someone stepping on someone else toenail clippings"

I don't know where my husband comes up with these idea's, but this one is kinda gross. Definitely, got the creative juices flowing though. I tried thinking out the box for this one. I didn't want the story to be in a bathroom, the usual place perhaps to find toenail clippings, so I found myself thinking about a box. A box full of toenail clippings that were hidden. Then I had to ask myself, "what type of character would be hidden in a closet that had a box of toenail clippings in it?" 

Anyway, see below for the result. Have fun with this one! 

What’s Hidden in the Dark?
By Anuschka de la Court

He was terrified, like he’d never been scared before in all his life. He sat in the dark clutching his Spiderman super hero figure tightly to his chest trying not to breath too heavily for his nemesis was near and the hero needed a moment of rest before tackling his enemy once more.
She was near. He could hear her huge feet pounding up the stairs shaking the floorboards with each weighty giant step. This monster was huge, at least twice his size and she was close, very close. His heart beat wildly in his chest; he had no more control over it than he had over the thunderstorm beating out its fierceness outside.
“Tooommmmyyy?” she hissed softly singing to him gently as if she were sweet, kind, and gentle being trying to coax him out of his hiding spot.
“Where are you?” she sang again. He could hear her moving around in the bedroom next to where he was hiding. He knew it wouldn’t be long now; he had only moments before her hideousness would reach him and he would be forced into battle.
“I can’t face her just yet.” He took a step deeper into the closet where he was hiding and he stepped on a box and broke the lid with a loud thundering crack. His shoulders slumped in defeat.
“The gig was up,” he thought to himself, “It was over. I’m dead.”
His foot was caught up inside the box he had stepped on so he bent over to pull it off. Tiny pieces of hard half mooned shaped objects stuck to the bottom of his foot. He wished he hadn’t forgotten his Spiderman flashlight on this horrid play date his mother arranged, but he couldn’t help but feel curiosity as to what his nemesis had hidden in a box in her closet.
“Feels kinda weird.” And he peeled off one of the half moon shapes off his foot and took a step closer to the crack of light coming from around the edges of the closet door.
“HA!” the door whipped open. There stood the ugly creature that was desperately trying to kiss him all morning. He felt it before he could fully see it because his eyes took a moment to adjust to the light. The kiss was disgustingly wet and slimy and he had to hold back the reflex to gag. He shoved her away and in the enthusiasm of the thrust, the box he was holding on to went flying towards the smooching beast.
“Ew.” He said out loud once he was able to focus on the half moon objects, “its toenail clippings!” and they were spread out all over the top of his enemy. There were hundreds of them as if she had saved every toenail clipping from her entire seven years of life. He flicked the one he was holding in his hand in her direction then promptly ran to the bathroom to wash his hands and locked the door until his Mom picked him up.
Later on, lying safely in his bed at home. He realized he had forgotten Spiderman in Toenail Chicks closet.
“Sorry buddy.” He shook his head, “There’s no way I’m going back for you. You’re on your own.” Then he switch off the bedroom light, turned on his Spiderman flashlight, grabbed his comic book and read in bed.


End

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