Parataxis
Man plans, God laughs.
Nurtured murderous mind, harbouring ill intent.
Married for greed. Married her fortune.
Opportunity.
Gentle sleep. Horrific death.
Stormy night. Towering cliffs.
Lightning strike. Tumbling form. Foaming tide.
Man proposes, God disposes.
Hypotaxis
They say that man plans and God laughs. From the first day of his marriage to Sybil, Roger nurtured his desire to murder her and to dispose of her body in such a fashion that it would look like an accident. He only married her for the fortune she had inherited from her father and he had no intention of waiting around for her to die from natural causes. He harboured his ill intent for five years when one dark stormy night he saw his opportunity and grasped it with both hands. He crushed some sleeping pills and placed them surreptitiously in Sybil’s wine glass. She was soon snoring peacefully on the couch and Roger waited a further ten minutes just to be sure she was truly out. He carried her sagging body outside and struggled through the drenching rain towards the towering cliffs which bordered the edge of their property. He bellowed his triumph to the storm as he peered over the edge of the cliff face and turned towards his prey. Thunder boomed loudly overhead followed by a jagged bolt of lightning which crashed to earth piercing his body. Roger pitched forward over the cliff bouncing off the jagged rocks into the foamy depths of the ocean. Sybil, awakened by the constant splash of heavy rain on her face sat up in a daze wondering how on earth she had arrived at the cliff. She staggered home to an empty house. Man proposes, God disposes.
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Fun twist at the end!
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Thank you, Brad, this particular challenge made my brain swirl, I’m not really into grammar or it’s equivalent, I just like to write whatever enters my brain.
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Hope you are better now.
The end made me feel better.
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Thank you, Reena, for the challenge, and yes I’m better now, but that’s the whole idea, trying to stretch yourself. You do call it a challenge after all, wouldn’t be fun if it was easy.
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I prefer to call it stimulation, rather than a challenge. We need to activate dormant brain cells at intervals.
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More stories should end with the killer dying, nice take.
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I do like happy endings, especially when it’s at the killers expense.
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if only… the world (as many of us here in the blogosphere draw) were as direct and fair and ‘no, you don’t get to be oh-so-clever-to-cheat’ in our stories.
feels good to read it at any rate
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Well, Clark, we try to write our own stories, in life as well as fiction. Or we try to and sometimes it just doesn’t work out, but we tried.
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Tnat twist was way too satisfying …
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Divine Justice, Reelika.
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