Challenge
Challenge of the Month XLI
Begin a story or poem about your first memory, but write it in the style of a Tarantino or Charlie Kaufman screenplay. Where it goes from there, use any style you want. Open the belly, bleed on the page. Winner gets 100 big ones. Go.
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Bats
They bled from the moonlight
opened up like a murder victim
belly to throat with their high
pitched squeal no yellow tape, no warning of danger, just teeth glistening
above the din illuminated
by an October street lamp
you told me not to worry
they wouldn’t swoop down
lay eggs in my hair
another halloween lie
you wanted to make sure
I knew
but when they swooped down
like kamikaze pilots targeting
I ran like Hell
and to this day, I’m still running