Nekro's writing thread

[Necrotising Fasciitis]

basically just a place for me to dump all of my writings, unfinished or not. i just need to get back into the habit of writing. i'm not going to bother posting older stories here, i think there's probably a few seperate threads for them, or you could find them on my dA account: krashkoursepsycho.deviantart.com/.

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Waking


I feel groggy. My nostrils are clogged with dried blood... as is my throat. I can hardly breath. I can't see anything past the crumpled plastic barriers that consume me. My hands... my hands are stuck together. Bound. Rope digs into my wrists, into my veins. I can't feel my legs. Are they even there?

I feel so cold. My icy, dry sweat makes me cling to the black plastic. Tears cling to my bloody, bruised face. I can feel the blood in my eyelashes. It feels so... dirty. Dirty, filthy, bloody, bruised, bound. This is what I feel. This is what I am.

Footsteps draw closer to me, many footsteps, all talking to one another. But I can't hear a word. I am sealed within these plastic walls. Ah, the walls... are being opened. By a police officer, it seems. A slit directly down the middle. I make eye contact with the officer. He stares as me, my body, from my head to my legs, if I have any. He turns his head slightly, and opens his mouth.

"You were right. It's a body."

[Anonymousperson5]

...I don't want to know how you come up with these thigs, but I think it's very descriptive. You did a good job in formatting and build-up...I like it.

[Necrotising Fasciitis]

thank you.
i had another idea this morning, of how to add to it. i'd have the same story from 2 more perspectives. killer and officer. i guess ill work on that idea sooner or later.

it was my friend who came up with the idea as lately i've been struggling to come up with ideas. he suggested "murder scene" and we went from there.