A chronology of my attempts at creative writings, and my attempts to present those to the world at large (ie selling them)
Thursday, November 19, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 40
CONTINUED: 40.
FREIGHT
Alright. That’s it. Bob, I want
you to go away and don’t come
back. Even if I tell you
otherwise.
Bob slowly moves away. He stops once.
FREIGHT
Go Bob. That’s an order. And
don’t come back even if I scream
for it.
Bob moves away out of sight.
A pair of arms with cutters on them emerge from the
ceiling. They are very sharp. Another arm comes down and
injects Freight with Anesthetic.
FREIGHT
Wow. That’s some pretty strong
stuff.
Beat. The cutters start.
FREIGHT
Oh god. There has to be some other
way.
The cutters begin to cut and just breach a little bit of
skin.
FREIGHT
Wait! I can still feel that.
The cutters stop and the arm with the anesthetic moves up
and takes another injection.
FREIGHT
Wow. That is good stuff. I think
I can see new colors. I wonder if
I can telepathically communicate
with Kendra and Aaron. At least
they’re not starving to death,
knock on wood.
Freight knocks his hand on the table and gets an expression
of comprehension on his face.
The cutters start again.
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