The Scream

scream

Al was born with a scream inside of him. It was an unrelenting, unapologetic scream.

As a kid Al always wanted to walk into a field, right to the middle and let it out–let it out and then die there in the grass, choking on his own vocal chords.

Al got older, and the older and older Al got the more he realized that, left to rot, this scream would poison him. It would creep around inside of him, getting in his eyes and nose and lungs; make him say things he didn’t want to say, do things he didn’t want to do.

This scream had a mouth of its own, you see. It liked the smell of cigarettes and salt. It had ears too, big fat ones–they liked the taste of pornography and a nose that liked the touch of pain.

It had eyes too, of course it had eyes; they liked the look of you, in every way you don’t want to be looked at.

It would get quiet, rarely. If he yelled or broke something, it took a little nap.

It didn’t like people who deserved to be liked. It loved people who didn’t want to be loved. It ate, on occasion.

It sang when he took ecstasy. It laughed when he did cocaine. It talked him out of brushing his teeth at night so that in the mornings his mouth still stank of whiskey.

Sometimes it whispered.

So, Al found a field, a great big one. It took two days getting to the middle. On all sides there was nothing but blue. Someone had been mowing. Al stood in that field and looked around at the great wealth of nothing.

The scream didn’t cower. It didn’t beg or plead or hide. It waited. He sat in that field for a week with peanuts and a bottle of water.

At the end of it , he sighed, stood up, and walked home.

 

47 Comments

  1. Love this!
    You know – I do this, but at the beach … and I take a smoke and a coffee. I last maybe, an hour though, before I get to cold and go home. It’s pretty dam liberating 🙂

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      1. Lol … very true. Even here (New Zealand) you’d run the risk of being tasered and straight – jacketed. Not cool.

        So, I hope you find yourself some place private to scream all you want, some day soon 🙂

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  2. The scream, even the image reminds me of Munch’s picture. The scream was already inborn? He seems very annoying. He has a bad influence. He likes bad things. Al has to get rid of the scream or to to live with him … but in the end it does not work. Either because the scream has now taken over the power or because the scream can now behave?
    The perplexity of the senses, I can only imagine by means of drug consumption …. or a special stylistic direction to change the directions when reading, or just peotic?

    “…had a mouth of its own, you see. It liked the smell of cigarettes and salt. It had ears too, big fat ones–they liked the taste of pornography and a nose that liked the touch of pain.

    It had eyes too, of course it had eyes; they liked the look of you, in every way you don’t want to be looked at.

    The sceam is getting quiet. Just a sigh. Or the sceam does not need to come out anymore, because he got the force of the body now?

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      1. I do not know, why I have to read everything at least twice, to understand more….this is really annoying…o.k.scream critisizes, overhears, makes fear and shows people up! And it seems, that scream does this selectiv on differnent people. Al is a lot of patient required to live with scream…bravo!

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  3. oh I see, o.k. but I still keep on asking, so you know, what your readers think about. The story is by the way, again excellent written and I like a lot, That these sense things are a little bit disordered….only the eyes,they seems to make, what they are made for….

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      1. Awesome. I hope you enjoy them as much as this one. I tend to change things up a lot and try to write different types of stories to keep it interesting and give myself practice. I always appreciate knowing when I’ve succeeded or not in making a good story. So thank you.

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  4. Oh my god! this is amazing. Brilliant short story. So inspiring. I always get lost in my short stories and end up not knowing when to finish them, but this is so short yet it has as much impact as a 1000 page novel would.

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    1. And yes. I know the feeling of not knowing when to finish. I used to do that a lot but I’ve been writing flash fiction a long time now and now I don’t know how to keep a story going most of the time. It almost always feels right to end it when I do. Lots of practice.

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