Sundays bells
Ask not whom the bells toll for , for they toll like this:
CLANG,CLANG,CLANG.
Serge felt as if his head was exploding.
Those fucking bells.
Why?
Was it Sunday?
Again?
Time seemed to have lost all meaning since he’d started drinking again.
Why were the bells even ringing at all?
Didn’t anyone know there was a war on?
Questions. Is that all he could ask?
Damn.
Serge pulled the pillow over his head, the bells seemed to pound and vibrate inside and outside his eyes.
CLANG,CLANG,CLA.
Then suddenly they stopped.
Oh the relief.
But then other sounds became more prevalent.
Something like dull thuds and distant popping.
Serge came to realize what they were seconds before the Storm Troopers kicked in his door.
Comments
Powerful words…kind of puts you on edge…
very moving danny o… did he live in the church or next door? this piece creates a ton of questions…
Ooh, nice visual writing. Could see this as a lead to a novel of sorts.
Oh….Stephen King…reminds me of a story of his.
I like this ;)
I need an alarm clock like this. Including the strormtroopers. Oh wait, by little boy does just as good a job.
Nevermind.
Nicely written. Only minor quibble I would have is the name…Brian grates for me a bit. I think a more European continental name would add to and compliment to the mood more?
Hi DBA
Two things annoyed me about this, that name yes (maybe I should have used serge)
and the title……i was very much tempted to leave it as untitled
cheers
– Mister Mxyplyzyk
oh now this is a funny coincidence… talking to the artist formally known as mister khan earlier on about the history of the russian revolution and I was researching it and read about Bloody Sunday (after reading this, by coincidence), then you say Serge… are you on our wavelength? I’m researching the “death” of the Romanov’s do you have anything to say about it…? does anyone… I’m on a psychic detective case from hell… damn it!!!
Romanov’s? weren’t they Czaragets
hahahahahaha
or were they tsargets… oh gee… that’s funny…
but who were they tcszargets for???