A Beautiful Mess
flash fiction
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July 16, 7:48amWord Count:
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July 16, 7:49amWork Description
A short story I wrote in the middle of the night.
This is based on an event that happened to one of my friends. He claims it was an accident, but I'm not convinced. This work contains some graphic material...and a lot of juxtapositions. Kurt Vonnegut was a big fan of the juxtaposition and I'm trying to incorporate them into my work..they just add something extra to your writing.
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The cold metal burned intensely in his quaking hands. A soft
cloth danced along it's ridges, neatly cleaning away the ugly
blemishes. Could a gentle cleansing clean away the blemishes of his
life? No, but this tiny hunk of powerful metal could change
everything. He had endured the burning sand for a year out of his
life. He certainly didn't intend on going back, despite their
wishes. There was a ominous beauty about this object. It shined so
brightly, yet it would shortly cause so much pain.
His fingers tightly clutched the grip. His
knuckles turned a brilliant white. Sharp pains were dancing about
his chest. As he held his breath there was a sickening silence, and
then the thundering click. A searing pain ripped through every
tendon in his hand. A loud crack could be heard as the metal tore
through his bones as if they were twigs. He let out a fiery scream
and dropped the magnificent source of beauty and pain. A delicate
hole was now engraved into his palm. A steady stream of crimson
liquid flowed from the wound. The other side of his hand showed a
new future for him. Shredded tendons and bone hung there
lifelessly. The soft cloth sat at his feet soaking up the mess. He
wondered if he had cleansed the blemishes of his life, or only made
them worse.
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Hey RLyn,
While your story is full of allure and intrigue thanks to fanciful description, the beginning itself leaves much to be desired with many questions floating in the air. A few questions, which may be answered later on after the initial paragraphs include who "they" are, and why this man is committing this crime or release against himself. Where does the "sand" come in to play? And this "object" what role does it play besides burning a hole in his hand? Why is it "ominously beautiful"? Where did he get it? From whom did he recieve it? Why this choice of self-mutilation?destruction?redemption? What relevence is there in "cleansing his blemishes of his life" through his hand? What did he do with his hands?
I hope these questions help you delve in deeper. There are many good resources in these short paragraphs for continuing your story and I hope that you grab all of the blocks that you've already written for building of the rest of your story.
Well, I must say the imagry played into the lie the devil makes us think when it comes to things like this. In a way, I think you are right. His intentions were no accident. H e had plans for that piece of metal in his hand. The flip side of this, I think, is that he didn't have it anywhere to do permanent harm to himself and it may have got off accidentally. And I bet the way you described his hand in the aftermath made him think twice about trying it again. I am glad he is still here to tell the tail and thank you for the imagry and making us visualize everything to figure out what the piece of metal was, whatit represented and what he had intended to use it for.



This story was well-written, and interesting subject matter to write about to say the least. Very short, but packs a punch that pulls the reader in. I liked the word choice and the sense of emotion that you integrated. But there's almost a sense that there is something missing, in the characterization and the reason he's doing what he's doing. I'm almost tempted to say, at the end, that there's no point, no methodology to what the character's thinking or doing, though that may have been your intent. Sometimes people don't need a reason to kill, or hurt themselves, and maybe that's what you're highlighting. But back to the actual plot, I'd be quite interested to know who "they" are and what their wishes are, and what the character didn't want to go back to. I'd just want to know whether you wanted to be ambiguous and a bit vague.