Writing Prompt 08082015
You find a writing utensil. When you try to write with it, it takes control and makes your hand write something else. What do you write? No more than 350 words in length.
The Pen (316 Words)
I don’t normally go to garage sales, but I did promise Shar I would go with her today. Given a choice, I prefer to be home writing a best-seller. We’ve hit five sales and she promised this is the last. It’s amazing what people will sell and what others will buy. The two men fighting over a box of comic books was funny. One ended up with a black eye and the other a bloody nose. They agreed to split the box of comics when the home owner threatened to call the police.
As I looked over a table of odds and ends, a red fountain pen caught my eye. It had gold trim and looked old. I reach into my pocket and pull out two dollars, to pay for the pen. The woman handling the sale ducks under the table and pops up a moment later, holding out a jar of ink. She tells me the ink and pen belonged to her grandfather who recently died.
After dinner, I sat at my desk, opened the jar of ink, and began to write. When I stopped to read what I wrote, my eyebrows shot up and a shiver ran down my spine. The words on the page were not the ones I thought I had been writing.
Looks like I’ll be going to hell with my secret after all. Thirty bodies buried on the land my parents once owned and not one of them were ever discovered. Last time I checked, they were still listed as missing. They were so easy to lure out there with the promise of earning money for a few hours of labor. I even fed them lunch. After all, clearing out trees and rocks is hard work for one person to do. The last one I killed almost made it to the road before I brought him down with the arrow.