A couple of Freewrites for you…

I thought I would share a couple of freewrites I have written recently on steemit (as part of @mariannewest’s freewrite group

Upload

The prompt was see you on the other side

Original post can be found here

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“See you on the other side,” he said, and put the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

The explosion was louder than she expected and the blood and brain splatter on the walls of the motel room was impressive.

It would take more than a wipe down and a lick of paint to get of the stains, she thought.

Quickly she activated the SoulSearch App and located his soul as it shrieked its way out of his body. She managed to put it into the container and began the upload process. He would be on the cloud with the others within a few minutes. She tapped nervously while the upload bar moved so slowly.

This was the dangerous time.

The motel was chosen well, but all it took was a nervous newcomer and the police would be on their way. It wasn’t getting caught that worried her, she could blag her way out of this, and she had enough contacts high up in politics and law enforcement to get any ridiculous charges dropped. Not it was the danger of losing his soul that concerned her.

If the upload process was interrupted then everything was lost: he was lost forever.

The Tear Collector

Prompt: tears

You’ll find the original post here

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She was crying again. The tears, not being made of salt water like you and I, of course, hurt as they tore their way out of her tear ducts, and I wondered if this made her cry all the more. The dry diamond dust tears were collected by the special dust collector that was attached to her face. The man sitting beside her nodded happily as she wept, and prodded her with a sharp stick every time he thought she might stop. I knew from experience that this process would last for an hour or so, and then they would unhook her from the tear collection unit and go fetch another one from the pit. She would be allowed to rest, to build up more of the precious tear material before being tortured and ridiculed into crying once more. I forced myself to watch. It was the least I could do, I thought. To witness the cruelty of my species. To record it with my own eyes and to transmit it to the rest of humanity. This is what we are doing! I would yell. Do you care? And then I would listen for a response, and be disappointed that no, resources are always more important to us than basic kindness and goodness.

 

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