
When I wake, there is writing on the wall – “my thoughts abandon me with every word”. Had I written that? The script is elegant and flowing, unlike my scrawl.
Writing should be confined to notebooks – on walls it’s a transgression. At the age of eight I was punished for writing on the lounge wall, sent to bed without supper. Even after two coats of paint, the message still seeped through.
I envy those who can write on walls without guilt, but the infestation of words troubles me. I wonder how it would feel to write on human skin.
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The last line gave me chills. Exquisite as ever.
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Thanks so much
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It just made me think of tattoos.
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Dear Neil,
“…the infestation of words.” Sounds like a writer’s malady. Love the phrase. It sounds like this person might have the makings of a tattoo artist. At least that’s what I’m hoping for. As always you’ve used your words well, whether written on computer or walls.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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Brilliant use of words. Loved it.
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Nice phrasing in this. I like the last line. It could stand alone as micro-micro fiction.
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Thanks so much. Interesting suggestion about the last line. Maybe I’ll try that sometime
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Wonderful Neil. I keep meaning to tell you how much I love your banner artwork. It’s brilliant.
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Thanks so much Lindy
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Cracking last line.
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Thanks Clare. It creeped me out a little when it wrote itself
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Oy! Writing on human skin! You took this post in such an unusual direction. Great job.
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Thanks so much
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Beautiful and raw. Very elegant writing.
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Thanks so much
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Love it! And as for writing on human skin… it tickles… Heehehe!
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Only when the skin is attached to a person
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yeah, there is that. I’ve written on animal skin, and the feel under the pen is indeed different.
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This sounds menacing right from the start. The idea of strange writing appearing, of other writing being ineradicable, and that ponderous, detached self questioning at the end. Very atmospheric.
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Thanks, Sandra
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There are so many layers to this piece – amazing!
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Thanks, Dahlia
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Aha! I was reading your story as you were reading mine. But your story made me ponder. The last line gave me the creeps, made me think of Hannibal. But as writers, we are the spreading the infestation of words, aren’t we?
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We absolutely are. My sock drawer is already full of them, and also the rice tub in the kitchen
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🙂 Yikes! I hope your socks don’t burst into speech and your rice have conversations on the dinner table 😀
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I wonder if tattoo artists have these thoughts?
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Good question. Maybe there’s a story in it
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Ray Bradbury wrote a story about tattoos I remember. A rather creepy one.
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Damn! You’re right!
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The Illustrated Man. Great title.
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Creeeepy.
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Yeahhhh
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Like Jane, the first thought that came to mind was tattooing. But then, the ominous tone of the last line made me wonder if the narrator’s thoughts are not speaking of darker writing.
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The Egyptians certainly knew how to write on walls, they were better at it than so called tattoo artists. I did see a hint of darkness in the use of human skin.
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Really intrigued by this one, that mysterious writing and that last line is a killer. Let’s hope your narrator isn’t! Spellbinding, Neil
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Thanks so much, Lynn
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My pleasure 🙂
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The writing may not be the only thing seeping through. The protagonist’s madness seems almost on the verge of leaping out. Eerie good stuff.
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Thanks so much, Rommy
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As other’s have said the last line takes you somewhere else, somewhere very dark I think.
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the infestation of words troubles me – GREAT line! and, yes, the last one is chilling. Another superb story.
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If you’re troubled, my job is done. Thanks, Alicia
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I want to believe he became a tattoo artist. I do miss the connection with the bike in this story.
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There’s no connection with the bike. The connection is with projections on the wall
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Ahhhhh got it 🙂
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That was a creepy turn you took with this story. I’m with Rochelle I like “the infestation of words.”
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Thanks so much
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Sounds crazy but I like it.
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Sounds very sensible to me. I hoped folks would like it
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Very nice turns of phrases. The last line seems creepy. I’m not sure why. After all, my great grandson loves writing on his skin and, although it can be hard to get rid of, it doesn’t really harm him. Maybe it’s because the prompt turned my thoughts dark.
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That was the effect I was hoping for
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Enjoyed your writing. However, neither you nor anyone else is allowed to write on my walls. 😉
As for writing on human skin, I often used to write memos on my palm. We have a friend who, as a teen, had his arms all tatoo-ed. Twenty years later he’s using a laser tool to remove it all. Now THAT’S painful!
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It feels as though he is trying to control some urges….
Creepy good.
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thanks, Dawn
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Superb last line- I envy those who can write on walls without guilt, but the infestation of words troubles me. I wonder how it would feel to write on human skin.
Keep writing- anywhere or everywhere, it doesn’t matter as long as it is as exquisite as these.
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Thanks so much, Neel
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Super creepy last line!
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Thanks, Louise
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I’ve long heard the expression, The writing is on the Wall, but never took it literally, nor viewed it from other perceptions. I have experienced an infestation of words. Those creepy little boogers crawl all over everything, get in your ears, your eyes, even your beard. Tough to get rid of too.
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Some hang around for years and breed in your sock drawer
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That last line is a killer – or perhaps the thoughts of a future killer?
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Thanks, Liz
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Yeeks. Or maybe he wants to get into the tattooing business?
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I have a horrible feeling that I’ll be dreaming of tattooing dead bodies in my dreams tonight. Possibly not good to visit Friday Fictioneers just before bed…
That last line was brilliant!
xx Rowena
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Thanks, Rowena
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Sounds like you just “scratched the surface” on this one:)
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Oooooo soooo creepy Neil. That line written on the wall raises so many questions
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Thanks, Laurie
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I tanned my son’s hide for writing on the wall. 30 mins after I had finished papering the room.
I hope he becomes as talented writer as you 🙂
– Lisa
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Thanks, Lisa
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Absolutely beautiful. Your word choices are always exquisite.
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Thanks so much, Stephanie
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You got a scared, ‘Ugh’ from me for that last line, tattoos never entered my mind. Brilliant story and writing. I sometimes nod off when writing very late and then find oddly intriguing sentence fragments that have no connection to what I wrote before. Should I be concerned? ;
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Thanks so much. You should only be concerned if the prose is better than yours
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By some coincidence, I’ve just read a novel in which a psychopathic serial killer liked to carve words on his victim’s chest. I would stick to pen and paper, or a computer if I were you. Much less messy 😉
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I don’t have the perseverance to be a serial killer
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Interesting twist on that last sentence!
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Thanks, Sascha
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Chilling last line!
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Thanks, Luccia
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I love where this prompt took you, Neil. Why is writing on walls such a bad thing. It’s how we all got started with the caves, right?
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Someone in my writing group writes on his walls. That’s what got me thinking about this story
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Creepy last line, far more chilling than a possible tattoo artist for me.
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For me too
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He invented tattoos?
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Probably different from the one whose skin he wrote on, unless he peeled it off first, with a is from a nice Chiante – trying for sibilance and failing missss-s-s-serably.
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