Words Are My Life

Words Are My Life

Monday, March 10, 2014

The Intern (Flash Fiction #2)


“He’s going into v-fib!” Some one yells close by.
“Get up you fools!” I hear the chief of the E.R. yell. “We need all the interns we can get!”
I shoved the rest of my sand-which in my mouth, annoyed. I was finally on break!
“Jessica! Are you coming?” Another intern asks already running to the code blue room.
I groan inwardly and race to the patient who was fighting for his life. Upon arrival, I was greeted by a cold stare from the chief.  “Jessica, begin CPR.”
I gulp. “Me?”
“Yes, you! Hurry up you idiot! Your patient is dying!”
I scampered towards the patient and placed my hands upon his chest. I pushed hard and began CPR.  Sweat dribbled down my face. I began to tire quickly. I looked at the cardiac monitor and stopped CPR long enough to check if there was any progress. There was a flat line.
“Grab the defibrillator!” The chief bellows in panic.
The defibrillator is passed to me and I place the paddles on the man’s chest.
“Charge to 200!” I yell. “Clear!” I shout at the staff in order to warn them of the incoming shock.
“Charge to 300!” The patient’s body convulsed. “Clear!” I continued to do this for quite a while. 
            Soon, the chief told everyone but me to step back. How am I supposed to do this by myself?!? I began to panic. My eyes search for the chief. “Chief! Help me!”
            “You will do this alone.”
             I kept trying to save the man but despite how hard I tried, he ended up losing his life.
            “Call it.”
            “Time of death 8:31 p.m.” I said quietly.
            The chief motioned me close. “You just killed your first patient,” he murmured to me. Then he walked out of the room.

Remembering to Count (Flash Fiction #1)



Smoke burned my eyes as I ran for shelter. Another bomb was about to drop from the plane and I did not want to be anywhere near the explosion.  I dove under a crumpled home and curled into a ball hoping that I would be safe one more day. 
I shut my eyes tightly envisioning the life I had before the war. It was painful, but in life threatening moments, it would be more painful to not remember anything. It seems all I do now is remember.
The ground trembled beneath my figure. The bomb must have finally hit the ground. I wonder how many friends I lost this time –I don’t want to think about it!-? I’ve lost so many that I couldn’t even begin to count them all.  Counting. It’s something I do now.  Days, deaths, bombs, bodies. I even count the appendages left on my body because too often, I see people with their arms or legs gone.

Lord,I Become Your Man


felt a clench of fear in his stomach. “You’re a raving lunatic,” he said through his teeth. “Get out of my way.” The ground beneath Chauncey tilted. Bursts of gold and red popped behind his eyes. Hunched with his fingernails grinding into his thighs, he looked up at the boy, blinking and gasping, trying to make sense of what was happening. His mind reeled like it was no longer his to command. The boy crouched to level their eyes. “Listen carefully. I need something from you. I won’t leave until I have it. Do you understand?” Gritting his teeth, Chauncey shook his head to express his disbelief—his defiance. He tried to spit at the boy, but it trickled down his chin, his tongue refusing to obey him. The boy clasped his hands around Chauncey’s; their heat scorched him and he cried out. “I need your oath of fealty,” the boy said. “Bend on one knee and swear it.” Chauncey commanded his throat to laugh harshly, but his throat constricted and he choked on the sound. His right knee buckled as if kicked from behind, though no one was there, and he stumbled forward into the mud. He bent sideways and retched. “Swear it,” the boy repeated. Heat flushed Chauncey’s neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but there was no humor. He had no idea how, but the boy was inflicting the nausea and weakness inside him. It would not lift until he took the oath. He would say what he had to, but he swore in his heart he would destroy the boy for this humiliation. “Lord, I become your man,” Chauncey said venomously.

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Monday, March 3, 2014

A Change

Bright light stops sounding
like lace
and death rioting hands push
strange heavy starts to
a darkened place that dry
mouths into a simple resonant.

-Misa