Sunday, September 28, 2008

Acts of Female Violence (the whore house)

Stories in three paragraphs.



Once upon a time Clara wanted to know what sex was like. She saw her family’s pigs rutting in the mud, heard the grunts of her mother and father from the bedroom, and listened to her brother’s bragging words when she was hidden outside the tool shed. So one day, being young and pretty and innocent, she left home without telling a soul, in search of sex.

After three days of wandering in the woods, eating berries and leaves; she met a man by a stream. He was nice and kind, older but not wrinkled or hunched. Clara liked him well enough, and sat with him talking for many hours. Eventually, he said to her, “Clara, because you are young and pretty and innocent, I could show you what sex is like.”

Then he untied his trousers and out crawled a giant, green rat, sniffing the air, its whiskers twitching delicately. “Oh,” Clara exclaimed, letting the creature step into her open palms. “How precious!” The rat showed her its yellow teeth and its long thin tail and its curved claws. It crawled around her neck, into her mouth, then down her throat. “Oh, I see,” Clara said after a moment. She had never felt so wise.

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Sandy Sarah lived on a beach and she would spend most of her time collecting oyster shells that she would bead together. She created elaborate jewelry, large dangling earrings and necklaces that looped around ones shoulders and hung to the knees. Sandy Sarah lived in a shack her mother had pieced together from lengths of driftwood after her father had been lured into ocean by a mermaid who had promised all sorts of lustful and dirty things. All he had got though, was her embrace as he watched the air bubbles escape from his lungs to the surface.

Sandy Sarah’s only friend her age was a girl named Mabel who lived in the attic of The Dusty Dog Pub near the port. Mabel would pass her time cooking, cleaning, and sleeping with the sailors who passed through the small town. Mabel was a plain, plump girl who was jealous of Sandy Sarah’s sweet soft smile the blue and purple oyster shells adorning her ears.

One day, Mabel led Sandy Sarah to a cliff overlooking the ocean and ripped off all of Sandy Sarah’s jewelry and punched her in the stomach and slapped her face till Sandy Sarah was sobbing and shaking. “No one will ever save you,” Mabel said as she gave Sandy Sarah a hard shove, forcing the frail girl to fall off the cliff and into the ocean. Mabel then went home, had sex with a sea captain, and never got a good nights rest again.

2 comments:

Hannah said...

whatever, sandy had it coming. girls named sandy usually do. those whores.

Anna said...

WHAAAT? I love the name Sandy!