Dou(Double)ble Expo(Exposure)sure

I’ve had the idea for this story for a while and I’ve always wondered how I would write it.

I’ve tried to show  different perspectives by using normal font and italics to distinguish between two characters.

Read on and let me know what you think about the story and its structure.

Please enjoy ‘Dou(Double)ble Expo(Exposure)sure’.

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I met her in the bathroom of my house.

I met her in the bathroom of my house.

I screamed when I saw her.

I screamed when I saw her.

Why was there some random naked girl in the bathroom with me?

Why was there some random naked girl in the bathroom with me?

I told her to get out and I yelled for Mum.

I told her to get out and I yelled for Mum.

I grabbed my towel from the rack and wrapped it around my waist.

She stole my towel from the rack and wrapped it around her waist.

I yelled out for Mum again and ran for the door.

I yelled out for Mum again and ran for the door.

We got stuck in the doorway and it hurt so much.

I yanked myself out and ran to my room.

I yanked myself out and ran to my room.

She was following me.

She was chasing me.

I shouted at her to leave me alone.

I shouted at her to leave me alone.

I ran into my room, slammed the door in the stranger’s face and fell back on my bed.

I opened the door and confronted the stranger who was laying on my bed.

Why wasn’t Mum here yet?

Why wasn’t Mum here yet?

With tears running down my cheeks, I begged her to get out of my room.

With tears running down my cheeks, I begged her to get out of my room.

She screamed that it was her room I was in.

She screamed that it was her room I was in. 

I shook my head and pointed to my books, my messy desk and my pet rat. I told her they were mine.

I shook my head and pointed to my books, my messy desk and my pet rat. I told her they were mine.

She said I was a fucking weirdo and that I needed to leave right now.

She said I was a fucking weirdo and that I needed to leave right now.

Frustrated, I grabbed the instant photo sitting on my bedside and showed it to the stranger. I told her that it was me with my best friend Emmie.

I stared at the photo of me and Emmie. Emmie looked fine, with beautiful long blonde hair and blue eyes, but the rest of the photo looked as if it had been double exposed.

Feeling a sudden uneasiness, I turned the photo around. Emmie looked fine, with beautiful long blonde hair and blue eyes, but the rest of the photo looked as if it had been double exposed.

One of the overlapping images looked like me, the other looked like the stranger lying on the bed.

One of the overlapping images looked like me, the other looked like the stranger standing above me.

My voice trembling, I asked the stranger who she was and how she got into my house. 

My voice trembling, I asked the stranger who she was and how she got into my house.

She said her name was Kagami and that she had lived here her entire life.

She said her name was Kagami and that she had lived here her entire life.

I grabbed another photo off of my bedside table. Like the photo of me and Emmie, it was also double exposed. When I recognised the stranger’s face underneath mine, I felt a chill go up my spine.

I glanced at the photo the stranger had taken off my bedside table. I felt my stomach drop when I recognised the stranger’s face floating over my own.

We tested each other. We took turns pointing to something in my room and describing how I got it.

We tested each other. We took turns pointing to something in my room and describing how I got it. 

She got every single one correct. 

How did she get every single fucking thing correct?

Something doesn’t feel right.

Something doesn’t feel right.

It was as if…something was where it shouldn’t be. Like a square peg in a round hole…or a weed in a flower garden.

It was as if…something was where it shouldn’t be. Like a round peg in a square hole…or a weed in a flower garden.

I looked at her and she looked at me, eyes wide with fear. We’d both had the exact same terrible thought.

I looked at her and she looked at me, eyes wide with dread. We’d both had the exact same terrible thought.

Without looking away from her, I reached under the bed for my hockey stick and gripped it firmly.

Without looking away from her, I grabbed the pair of scissors that were on top of my school project and hid them behind my back.

I nicely asked the stranger to prove that she lives here by showing me where the kitchen is.

I kindly replied to the stranger that she should really put some clothes on as she is stark naked in the middle of my room.

I firmly retorted that this is my room and I will put on clothes once she leaves.

I bluntly told her to let go of my baseball bat.

I paused and looked down at my hands. A thick wooden hockey stick met my gaze.

I lunged at her with the scissors and stabbed them into the side of her neck.

Gasping, I grabbed the side of my neck as blood poured down my shoulder and chest.

I pulled the scissors out and tried to stab at her chest.

As she stooped down low to stab me, I bit a chunk of her neck out.

When our bodies touched it was the worst pain I’d ever felt.

I groaned in pain and, stumbling to my feet, I raced out the door.

Spitting the bloody mess out of my mouth, I stumbled to my feet and race after her. 

I sprinted past the laundry and the living room, screaming for Mum.

I sprinted past the laundry and living room, screaming for Mum.

I ran into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks.

I ran into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks.

The woman standing by the sink both was and wasn’t my mother.

The woman standing by the sink both was and wasn’t my mother.

Kagami...it hurts so much…”

I stared at the abomination of a human, my eyes struggling to understand what I saw.

I tore my eyes away from her and looked through the kitchen window.

She had two overlapping lips, four erratically winking eyes and eight spasming limbs. The woman who was and wasn’t my mother sobbed with two distinct voices.

Outside, I saw two moons in the night sky. Their sides had merged into one another, creating a strange, bulbous shape.

As if we were magnets, I felt myself being drawn to the stranger on my right.

As if we were magnets, I felt myself being drawn to the stranger on my left.

I held out my hands to her but I didn’t want to.

I took hold of her hands despite every inch of my body begging me not to.

We pressed our bodies close together.

The pain was excruciating as we merged into a single form.

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TEENAGER FOUND DEAD IN HER FAMILY HOME

At 9:00pm last night, police were sent out to a disturbance at a suburban home in North Brisbane.

Neighbours reportedly heard screams from the one storey house that sounded like someone in ‘excruciating pain.’

When police received no response from the homeowner or her seventeen year old daughter, they entered the house and found a grisly sight in the kitchen.

The seventeen year old girl was found deceased on the kitchen floor. An official police source has stated that blood loss was the cause of her death. Information has been leaked that the deceased was found with multiple stab wounds and a severe gash on her neck.

The girl’s mother has yet to be found.

This area of Brisbane has been notorious for gruesome happenings over the past few years. Two years ago and only one street away from the most recent crime, a thirty five year old man was found dead in his home. He had simultaneously been stabbed in the back with a kitchen knife and shot in the chest with an unidentified firearm.

The suspects in this case have been yet to be identified.

Just last year, a twenty three year old man was also found with multiple injuries. He was taken to hospital in a serious but stable condition. When confronted by the media outside the hospital, he reportedly stated:

‘I’m me but I’m not me…I think double, my thoughts are double and I can’t sleep at night…”

The man was later admitted into a local psychiatric ward where he remains to this day.

Writing Prompt #1 – Zombies Fix Everything

Hello! I’ve just finished working on one of the writing prompts from the book ‘642 Things to Write About.’

If you’re interested in giving this prompt a go yourself, here it is:

Write a story in which each sentence will begin with a different letter of the alphabet, beginning with the letter A and moving sequentially.

I created this story on the fly, so apologies if it seems a bit grammatically strange.

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Zombies Fix Everything

Atlantis wanted to sink deep into the centre of the Earth’s molten crust. Before she could say anything else, the boy of her dreams began walking away. Crowds of teenagers snickered behind her back, whispering nasty quips about the young woman’s failed courting attempt.

Devastated, she stumbled past the bystanders and ran into the disabled bathroom. Even though it had been poorly though out, Atlantis had not expected the encounter to be this nightmarish.

Filled with frustration and embarrassment, she tried to reach the lock below the doorknob. Getting onto the tips of her toes, she managed to just slide the bar lock with her fingertips. Hatred grew inside her – hatred not just for the assholes who had laughed at her, but at the school who always managed to find a way to inconvenience her.

I can’t even have a breakdown at school without being reminded that I’m barely four feet tall

Jaded by this revelation, Atlantis slumped down onto the tiled floor and held her head in her hands. Kory’s handsome face floated into her mind and tears finally began to roll down her cheeks.

Letting out soft sobs, Atlantis pressed the back of her head against the sterile tiles of the bathroom wall.

My my…are you really going to feel sorry for yourself just because a dumbass boy rejected you; you’re pathetic.

Nasty little voices taunted her and she felt as though she was outside again.

Oblivious to the knocking on the door in front of her, Atlantis curled up into a ball and thought about ways she could avoid school for the next few weeks. Perhaps she could try to catch bird flu off a sick pigeon or maybe even pay someone to hit her with a car.

Quietly, the knocking continued and Atlantis lifted her wet face.

“Really, I just- why don’t you just fuck off and leave me alone!”

“Sorry, I just wanted to see if you were okay…”

Tristen’s familiar voice brought Atlantis back to her senses. Unable to get back up on her numb legs, she crawled over to the door and pressed her ear against it.

“Vibrators get fucked over less than I do…” she muttered back sarcastically.

“Well, vibrators don’t’ have friends who have a 1.5 litre tub of Ben and Jerry’s in their fridge and every season of X-Files on Netflix.”

“X-Files, the original one?” Atlantis whimpered.

“You betcha, plus every single one of George A. Romero’s movies…” Tristen replied.

“Zombies fix everything…” Atlantis sighed, a small smile growing on her face.

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Please let me know if you use the prompt by linking your post in the comments below. I’ll read each one!

Happy writings!

 

 

 

 

So I have been a real slack loser…

I could blame university.

I could blame my four full on weeks of teaching on prac.

I could blame all the assignments I have previously been working on, but in the end I only have myself to blame.

I haven’t written in months, at least, not anything worthwhile. I haven’t written a blog post in months either. That is soon going to change though, all thanks to my newest purchase.

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This awesome book has so many amazing prompts for the struggling writer. From childhood memories to strange scenarios to odes to onions… I feel inspired just by flicking through it!

So watch this space, because I will hopefully be writing more soon!