tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32093905076587027602012-02-16T01:16:20.528-08:00An online fantasy novella.Crayon Goblinnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209390507658702760.post-60336774522624845542009-04-16T13:17:00.000-07:002009-04-16T13:27:29.118-07:00"Tell me your happiest memory."<br /><br />The soft electric buzz, prickling her shivering, sweaty skin, palpitates like a soft second pulse. She can't see. The blindfold is tight around her eyes, soaked in tears, sweat and a little blood. The man's softly flat monotone voice again.<br /><br />"Tell me your happiest memory."<br /><br />The electric buzz is louder this time. Her arm involuntarily twitches and contracts. The blood rushes to her face as she manages a hoarse whisper, "I don't know what you want." Bloody tears stream down her face.<br /><br />"I know. The irony of your predicament. Here you are, strapped to wires, blindfolded, and someone is asking you for your happiest memory. Yes, I know it seems odd. But trust me, it will all make sense."<br /><br />The electric buzz is no longer a buzz but a spiking current, coursing down her spine, through her fingertips, pulling at her jawbone and forcing her to spit out, "What do you want me to say?"<br /><br />"Tell me your happiest memory. I already know your most terrible one."<br /><br />"Stop the machine. Stop the machine."<br /><br />Her heart fluttered, sparks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209390507658702760-6033677452262484554?l=crayongoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Crayon Goblinnoreply@blogger.com0