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Your Word Prompt is: Pounding

******Fiction Written by Robert T Gasperson © 9/4/2007******

I’m not sure what was going on there. It was almost like I was running for my life, but I was not really going anywhere. I was trying to get away from the horrible beating. It was a deep sound, a sound that I will not soon forget. It was like pounding on a solid wood door. It was hard and solid. It sounded like it came from a fist that was stern and sure of itself.

I tried to run but I was stuck in the chair. I could not move. I could not open my eyes. I really didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to see what was trying to get through that door. What was trying to get to me? It was terrifying. I didn’t know what I was going to do. If that thing got in here, it would kill me.

I didn’t honestly know if it was going to kill me but it was definitely out there and it didn’t have happy things on its mind. Anything that pounded on a door like that would not ever have happy things on its mind. It had evil things coursing through its thoughts. It was not here to play. It was here to relinquish its anger. It was here to fight. The problem was, I didn’t want to fight.

The pounding got louder and louder. It got more intense. The door started to show its age, cracking with every blow. I could only imagine what this thing was going to look like. I saw a creature with horns jutting out of the side of its head. It spoke with fire and screamed with heat. It was ugly, showing its fangs and creases in its face as it growled.

My imagination was always good at over-dramatizing things like that. You should see the some of the visualizations I get when I imagine an automobile accident. I can actually see the car hitting pylons and driving through other cars sending people and their body parts flying to the other side of the highway. It is not a pretty sight.

This was different though. I somehow knew what this was. I knew that this creature was going to be vicious. It was going to be unrelenting. It was not going to let me have one say in the matter. It didn’t care what I had to say. It just wanted me dead.

My breathing started to shake. The adrenalin was pumping through my body like a steam engine. I could feel my heart pounding nearly as loud as the banging on the door. My body started to shiver. It was not cold but complete and utter fear. It was as if I could not focus, I could not find my courage. There was nothing inside my head to help me fight this creature.

Finally, I collapsed, falling out of the chair. I hit the floor with a thud. The pounding on the door stopped for a moment, then there was a crash. It was like the creature finally backed up half way down the hall to get a running start. That was all it needed to get through the door. I didn’t care though. The fear and adrenalin overwhelmed my body. I blacked out. Good thing, too. I would have hated to feel that thing tearing out my entrails.

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Your Word Prompt is: Alone

******Fiction Written by Robert T Gasperson © 8/27/2007******

Jon lay in his bed wishing he could just fade out of existence. He had spent so much of his life trying to make people happy. It was like he was living for others. He was not living for himself. Now it all caught up with him. He just didn’t know how to handle it.

Time after time he would go out of his way to help someone, just to realize they were out to take advantage of him. All they wanted was his time and effort and sometimes his things. He watched people take things from him piece by piece. His thought was that they would need it more than he would. They would also take his time. He would constantly let others talk him into doing things that he really didn’t have the time or the knowledge to do correctly. Then he would get yelled at by whoever oversaw that project and he would feel like a complete failure because of it.

Jon was not a confrontational guy. This really was not a good thing. Because of this, he would more often than not, allow people to just walk all over him. He didn’t like this fact about himself, but it was the way he was built. Changing it would be extremely difficult. He didn’t really know if he wanted to change. He liked doing things for others. He like the gratitude people showed when he did something they did not really expect anyone else to do. He wanted to be the one people looked to for things. He didn’t really care that he was not going to get paid all that much more for anything he did. He did care that people appreciated him; most of the time they didn’t. He would not say much about the point. He was brought up to not expect anything from anyone. Sometime it just gets to him when he doesn’t get anything in return for his efforts. A thank you is all he really wanted.

Jon wondered what it would be like if he could go back and do it all over again. What would he be like if he only did things that would bring him some kind of personal gain? He would definitely be in a better position. He would be able to afford his rent and car payment. He would probably be living in a bigger place. He might even have a girlfriend, maybe several girlfriends. Jon had seen people like that; People who didn’t take the time to help anyone else out. They were usually lonely people surrounded by many people. He didn’t want to be like that either.

Jon was a follower. He was someone who would have to spend the rest of his life watching other move up the ladder of success because he was not willing to take charge and lead. He was going to have to watch life pass him by. That is why he was laying there, by himself, not willing to move, not willing to go outside, dot willing to live.

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Your Word Prompt is: Join

******Fiction Written by Robert T Gasperson © 8/01/2007******

Kevin circled the listing with the red Sharpie that was nearly out of ink. It was not something that he would normally do, but it was an unusual amount of money to make just for a tissue sample. He had heard of these places that pay you for blood and plasma, but never tissue. They were offering nearly five grand just to come in for fifteen minutes and receive a shot. Actually the shot that is given is more of an extraction, at least that is what the listing said.

There were several other listings that he was interested in, but he wanted to see what this was all about before he did anything else. He folded the newspaper and slid it into his back pocket. He grabbed his keys, wallet and cell phone off the dresser and walked out the door, locking it behind him.

When he got to the tissue bank office, he was feeling a strange bubbling sensation deep down in his gut. It was almost like he was going to ask a girl out again for the first time. He didn’t really like the feeling, but it was a normal response to an uncertain situation.

They made him fill out all kinds of paperwork. Most of it was normal medical forms wanting to know his medical background and what he was allergic to. Then there was this one form that asked for permission to use his tissue in a growth experiment. He was not all that sure what they meant by that. He figured it was a way for them to make more tissue from the donors they receive.

They didn’t make him wait for more than five minutes before they called him to the back. He really hated doctors. They usually only had bad things to say. He came here rather healthy though and he knew that they were not going to say much that could be bad other than the needle was going to sting a bit.

The nurses and the doctors came in and out of the room. They made him undress and did all kinds of physical tests. They were apparently trying to figure out how healthy he was and what kind of shape he was in. Then a doctor that he had never met came in with a giant needle. It was like one of those needles you might see in a comedy. Its needle had to be a good four inches long and the opening at the end looked like a straw opening.

They didn’t give him any kind of warning. They just quickly turned him over and jammed the needle into the fleshy part of his right buttock. He screamed. Then he was left alone to dress himself. When he walked out. He was handed a check for $5,000 and shown to the door.

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