A Bloody Thread of Life

by artistsrunwild
originally published at 05:07AM on Monday, September 24, 2007

And so I sit here twisting a tight black thread onto my finger. The thin line spins around and around my pale flesh, creating a deep crease.

Listen to what they have to say about you. Alone and only young. Never wanted and never looked after properly. Is it your fault you turned out like this?

I watch the blood seep from beneath the jet black string. I am not alarmed. It runs down the length of my finger, staining the stark white of my clothing.

It’s not surprising they argue about your existence. You float through the halls, listening to cryptic lyrics in peaceful music and barely utter a word. They worry about you but you’re ignorant of this.

The thread is drenched now. I unwrap it from my purple finger, amazed at how the blood in my body manages to flow in the state I’m in.

They write notes on parchment and expect you to read them and heed their warning. They need your signature but you know all they want is your soul.

A drop of blood. I begin to weave this bloody thread into a story about life.




  • from THX 0477:

    I had fun doing the sequel, which was definitely a challenge for me to stay in the theme and style, which I can only hope I approximated. And I’m not even sure where the destroyer line came from…it was late at night.

  • from Stovohobo:

    This is very dark, and great descriptions to match the overall mood. Definite writing style comes out…I like it.

  • from Kermitgorf:

    the imagery of the blood was palpable. great descriptions.
    Ty that you enjoyed my H.S Hamlet ficlet, reading and performing Shakespeare, really makes a would be writer better at their craft. You are definatley a creative writer.

  • from blueyedwonder:

    very nice…very ominous mood of things to come, i like it!...and the imagery of the blood. and the symbolism of the thread. it IS symbolism right? :/

  • from artistsrunwild:

    yes it is symbolism

    im afraid i cant give you much insight into what it’s symbolising exactly – but it’s kind of about her existence and how tainted it is by the place she’s in and how it’s strangling her soul – the thread is the place and her flesh represents her existence

    kind of… :/ lol