Poems and Short Stories

Windows

(Authors Note; I won! Mrs Parsons, the head of English at my school, judged the pieces and picked mine. The prize was Malorie Blackman's Noughts and Crosses, as well as An Eye for an Eye. Yeah, I just wanted to tell you all that! Comment and Vote!)

Imagine a tenement block, on a dark night in Glasgow. Imagine all those windows with lights winking down on you. Imagine what could be happening on the other side of those windows...

Enough was enough.    

A middle aged woman stood in the middle of the kitchen, facing her teenage son. She appeared to be talking calmly to the teen, but all of a sudden she threw her hands up in the air. Her face reddened as her anger grew. She pointed an accusing finger at her son, her yelling becoming louder. The teen looked into his mothers eyes and began to shout as well. His eyes held no emotion apart from anger, his bright eyes dim with rage. The woman looked him straight in the eyes and all colour drained from her face. She looked at her son and calmly said something to him, a tear falling from her eye and rolling down her cheek. But the boy launched his hands into the air and gave a cold mirthless laugh before turning his back on the woman and sweeping a rucksack off the floor. He didn't even look back when he slammed the door. The woman sank to the floor, tears streaming down her face.       

 (AN: The next bits preeetttty violent, you don't have to read it. Came up with it in Home Ec, the teacher told us to just do what we wanted. This full piece has been entered in  my schools creative writing club comp! Boomcookies!)

He couldn't take it any more.

It was too much. Too much stress, too much anger, too much... Too much everything!!! The man sat in the dark, breathing in the rank smell of sweat and alcohol. His breathing was laboured and he rocked back and forth on a mattress lying on the dirty ground. He brought a hand up to his face, and in the darkness he could only see the outline of it, shaking like crazy. Then he made up his mind. This world was...was... Evil and dirty and cruel! It was possessive and crazy and KILLER!!! But he was going to change that. He was going to change it all!! He let out a wheezy laugh, and grabbed an item in the dark. He pulled it up to his wrist. There was utter silence, apart from the sound of tearing flesh. The man collapsed back on the bed, and the steady dripping of blood began...