So I sat in a box for the last, oh, I don’t know, seven years? Just sat there on a shelf with dozens of other boxes on other shelves with the others and I am finally free.
I don’t know who opened the box and put me in the chamber of freedom, but his fingers were fat like crinkled sausages and they smelled like shit. I guess some uprights never wash their hands.
“There you go my pet,” the upright says. “You are such a special little bullet. You were born to do great things. You are going to change history, my pet.”
The upright talks a lot.
It’s freaking dark in here. I have waited my entire life to get out of that damn box. I am a special bullet. I don’t mingle with common bullets.
Seven years I have waited for this. I don’t know what to expect. I just hear the voice. I guess the voice thinks I can’t understand, but I can. I hear it talk about me. It talks about my velocity, my speed and my distance.
It’s weird, you know? I don’t know what any of it means.
I can hear the upright speak as I sit here waiting for my moment of glory. He told me I was going to change history. I don’t know what that means really… but it sounds important.
Before the upright put me in here, it held me close to where the voice comes out. It told me all these things.
“You’re so beautiful,” it says.
“You are the most special bullet ever, little bullet. You are going to make poppa so proud,” the voice cries.
I wanted to concur or validate the voices wishes. But what the hell, I’m just a bullet after all. A special bullet it tells me. But I don’t know what the means. I don’t even know what my purpose is.
“Oh, special bullet. Be straight and true with your aim, young one. Guide your soul into the heart of that bastard and save us all,” the voice screams.
The upright put me in something cold and long. It’s dark in here.
Wait. I just heard a loud bang and now I am zooming through the air toward another upright. I don’t understand any of this.
Now I am in something hot, dark and wet. This is so odd. I was happy in my box with the others. I don’t feel so special anymore. Where is the voice?
I hear other voices now. They are making high-pitched noises. They are screaming, “He’s shot! He’s shot!”
My shell is gone. I am now a flat piece of metal.
I still don’t feel special.
Picked this up from Triberr, Darlene and I have to say, it is brilliant. From the unusual POV to the pace and stucture of the narrative, this is a winner. Well done.
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Thanks very much, David… glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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And don’t we all doubt ourselves sometime…. It was cute, and I bet it was more fun to write than you’re telling us. 😉
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It sure was.. I was kinda stuck at first, but after I got the flow.. I really enjoyed writing this piece.
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Ooh! Great piece. That last line packs a punch. Interesting how easy it is to relate the existences of everyday, inanimate objects to human lives and feelings, isn’t it? Excellent writing. =)
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Thanks, Nick. Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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This is a fun and different point of view. It was curious, I really liked it.
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Thanks, Shen. It was neat looking at it this way.
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This was such a cool story! I loved the interesting point of view.
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Thanks Lauralynn. 🙂
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What a great narrative, told from the view of an inanimate object! Very creative… I love how you refer to people as “uprights” and “it” haha…
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My BF didn’t like that I called them that.. thanks for the feedback! 🙂
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Awesome write, Darlene. A very well told story, and unique in many ways. I don’t know that I’ve ever read a story told from the bullet’s viewpoint. And, “uprights”; I love it. Great job!
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I am glad you enjoyed it Charles. 🙂 Thanks for the props!
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I’m not a big fan of bullets but that was certainly interesting.
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Thanks, Bridget.. glad you enjoyed it.
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Interesting approach. Definitely a new twist on the inanimate object having a life and voice. The assassin definitely gave me the creeps, but because I know those psychos are out there.
Thanks for sharing this with Story Dam!
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Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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I love this piece! Great angle.
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Thanks Keith!
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Very interesting! Found it interesting, and sad in a way, that the bullet had no idea why it was made or why it even existed. Sort of a bullet vs. fate thing, I guess, which added a really nice dimension to the story. It was a bullet, but damn, I really felt sorry for it…
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I felt sad for the bullet as I wrote this.. poor thing. Glad you enjoyed the story. 🙂
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