#Twitternovella

A few friends and I are trying something different in September. We’re writing entire short novellas live, one tweet at a time. Follow along and help shape the plots and characters with your replies!

C. Jai Ferry
Gritty Rural Stories
@CJaiFerry
http://www.cjaiferry.com

Jules Dixon
New adult romance
@JulesofTripleR

Sabrina Sumsion
Young adult, science fiction, urban fantasy, romance
@sabrinasumsion
www.sabrinasumsion.com

Twitternovella:

Kelly pawed her way through the mounds of donations. Stupid community service at Goodwill. She picked up a jar and shook it. I’d seen people drop off some weird stuff, but a severed head floating in an oversized pickle jar? That was a new one.

Partially open eyes stared out at me. It had to be fake, some stupid Halloween prop? I took a breath and grabbed the lid. The stench of decaying flesh penetrated my skull as soon as I cracked the thing open. My reflexes kicked in and I jerked. As the liquid goo splashed down my front, the head landed in my lap with a heavy splat, its mouth open in a frozen scream. I fought not to scream. Then something caught my eye, wedged inside the gaping maw. My hand shook as I reached out for it. Teeth scraped my hand as I pulled a rolled up piece of what looked like leather from alongside a bloated tongue. So gross!

It was covered in a bunch of symbols I didn’t recognize…except the pentagram. Perfect thing with a severed head, right? I snapped a few pics with my cellphone. No one was going to believe this without proof.  Then I yelled for Steve, my boss.  His eyes nearly bugged out of his skull, and unlike me, he barfed. You’d think he’d never seen a decapitated head before. He gagged again, then pulled his phone out and dialed. “Don’t you even think about running away before the cops show up.” 

One little bout of court-ordered community service, and everyone thought you were a delinquent. It wasn’t even my fault.  I’d take sleeping in the park over going home when Mom brought her “work” home, anytime. So, I got a public vagrancy charge.

 

So, I sat there, with a stinky severed head on my lap until the cops showed up, because Steve thought it was a good idea. Oh, great. It would have to be Rob that showed up to take the report. The same cop who busted me on the park bench. Yay.