THE WRITING GAME Prompt "Shattered Glass"
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basricTITLE: For your own good
AUTHOR:basric
RATING: R
WORD COUNT:567
FEEDBACK: On || FEEDBACK TYPE: go for it
WARNING: Verbal Fighting, Language
SUMMARY:He wants his cake and eat it too
PROMPTS:Shattered Glass
Max had a dilemma. His fiancée Abby was everything a man could want. She was pretty in that girl-next-door kind of way. They had been living together for three years, talking of marriage in the spring.
Then Megan started working at the office. She was wild and fun and sex with her was like being caught in a tornado. If he just broke the engagement she would just wait around for him waiting for him to change his mind. So, he must do something so terrible she’d never forgive him and get on with her life. He was going to do this for her. A quick severing, he was only doing her a favor.
Abby had dinner on the table and she was a magnificent cook, so he decided to eat before telling her. He kissed her long and hard and went to watch TV as she cleaned up the kitchen.
When she came into the living room he stood and told her straight out; there was someone else. The engagement was off. His voice was screaming how she was smothering her, that he was sick of her clinging and whining (neither of which she actually did.) He screamed sex with her was boring and that it was like fucking a doll. (What about his sexual technique?) He was sick of her obsession with hand blown glass shoving the cabinet over. It was the Cinderella hand-blown pumpkin with Cinderella inside. He shoved the piece outward to explode into thousands of silvers of glass on the floor.
He turned, and stormed upstairs to get the suitcases he’d already packed.
Downstairs she just stood staring at the shattered pieces of glass that sparkled in multi- colors. Lights sparkled in the shards of glass. She knew that he knew her deceased Grandmother had given the piece to her right before she had died. It was irreplaceable. The glass blower was out of business and she dreamed of being the princess inside the coach. He had taken it all away.
He came downstairs and hesitated. Inside Abby it was as if a switch had been flipped off. He watched feeling guilty, but it had been for her own good.
Abby took the ring from her finger looked at it and said, “That piece cost my grandmother $450.00. When you send me the money I will return the ring.”
“Keep it.” He'd expected tears and begging, not this iciness.
Very well she would sell it. “Get out. Don’t call or email me. You bastard, making love to me this morning, talking of our wedding, eating dinner and kissing me then destroying a special part of my life—then this. Go, go to her.”
Once he was gone she knelt with a dustpan and whisk broom and swept up the remains the shards of glass representing the broken shards of her life.
Abby never cried for him and a year later when he went to her mother to tell her how stupid he was, that he discovered he still loved her, missed her. The other girl was a mistake.
Her mom said he cried.
“Good. Tell him never to bother you again. I have moved on.”
“You have?”
I’m single and happy, Mom.”
“But he is so pitifully despondent, Honey.”
“Good. I’d rather be alone than with that bastard. You can tell him that before you tell him to fuck off.”
“Abby!”
“I mean it, Mom. Don’t get involved in this. Let him rot.”
AUTHOR:basric
RATING: R
WORD COUNT:567
FEEDBACK: On || FEEDBACK TYPE: go for it
WARNING: Verbal Fighting, Language
SUMMARY:He wants his cake and eat it too
PROMPTS:Shattered Glass
Max had a dilemma. His fiancée Abby was everything a man could want. She was pretty in that girl-next-door kind of way. They had been living together for three years, talking of marriage in the spring.
Then Megan started working at the office. She was wild and fun and sex with her was like being caught in a tornado. If he just broke the engagement she would just wait around for him waiting for him to change his mind. So, he must do something so terrible she’d never forgive him and get on with her life. He was going to do this for her. A quick severing, he was only doing her a favor.
Abby had dinner on the table and she was a magnificent cook, so he decided to eat before telling her. He kissed her long and hard and went to watch TV as she cleaned up the kitchen.
When she came into the living room he stood and told her straight out; there was someone else. The engagement was off. His voice was screaming how she was smothering her, that he was sick of her clinging and whining (neither of which she actually did.) He screamed sex with her was boring and that it was like fucking a doll. (What about his sexual technique?) He was sick of her obsession with hand blown glass shoving the cabinet over. It was the Cinderella hand-blown pumpkin with Cinderella inside. He shoved the piece outward to explode into thousands of silvers of glass on the floor.
He turned, and stormed upstairs to get the suitcases he’d already packed.
Downstairs she just stood staring at the shattered pieces of glass that sparkled in multi- colors. Lights sparkled in the shards of glass. She knew that he knew her deceased Grandmother had given the piece to her right before she had died. It was irreplaceable. The glass blower was out of business and she dreamed of being the princess inside the coach. He had taken it all away.
He came downstairs and hesitated. Inside Abby it was as if a switch had been flipped off. He watched feeling guilty, but it had been for her own good.
Abby took the ring from her finger looked at it and said, “That piece cost my grandmother $450.00. When you send me the money I will return the ring.”
“Keep it.” He'd expected tears and begging, not this iciness.
Very well she would sell it. “Get out. Don’t call or email me. You bastard, making love to me this morning, talking of our wedding, eating dinner and kissing me then destroying a special part of my life—then this. Go, go to her.”
Once he was gone she knelt with a dustpan and whisk broom and swept up the remains the shards of glass representing the broken shards of her life.
Abby never cried for him and a year later when he went to her mother to tell her how stupid he was, that he discovered he still loved her, missed her. The other girl was a mistake.
Her mom said he cried.
“Good. Tell him never to bother you again. I have moved on.”
“You have?”
I’m single and happy, Mom.”
“But he is so pitifully despondent, Honey.”
“Good. I’d rather be alone than with that bastard. You can tell him that before you tell him to fuck off.”
“Abby!”
“I mean it, Mom. Don’t get involved in this. Let him rot.”
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Date: 2012-03-17 03:16 am (UTC)I am working on that - it's just hard sometimes, I guess. I've been meaning to do a piece on the exploration of the fight or flight response system. I don't really understand why, but there is just no part of me that says "flight". Everything in me says "fight", which, I can only assume, is what leads me to wanting to see his character hurt, in the same violent fashion that he did away with her treasure...and their engagement, and the emotional tearing of her heart.
I also don't mean to upset or offend people, so I'm sorry if this came across as foreboding, or like I am a horrible person.