If objects were said to have the same capacity for thought and feeling as that of Man (which they do), the Shirt would say that it felt a great sense of remorse in the events that lead to its current position.
Had the Shirt not been so comfortable, its Owner would not have worn it to the point of repair.
Had the Shirt not looked so dashing, its Owner would not have caught the eye of the Seamstress as he tried on the mended garment.
And, had the Shirt not been so clean and white, the Owner's Wife would not have noticed the Seamstress's lipstick on its collar when the Owner returned home.
Now, as the Shirt lay on the floor, wrapped around the body of its Owner, a flower of blood blooming from the ragged hole the Bullet tore through the Shirt's left pocket, the Shirt did indeed feel remorse.
Not for its role in the situation at hand (for the Shirt selfishly decided in the end that it was actually NOT to blame), but remorse for the fact that it had become so stained and damaged that Another Shirt, who knew nothing of what transpired here, would carry the honor of accompanying the Owner to his final resting place, and be worn forever more.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Silky Sweet Story
Silky Sweet Story
Matthew Ryan Fischer
Of all his victims, Sheila was Robert’s favorite. Her
hair was soft and long and hung down her back to her waist. He loved the feel
of it and loved touching it. After he killed her, he sewed her hair into a shirt
he was working on. He thought this would give him a lasting connection to his
many failed loves (or victims, depending on perspective). But when he put the
shirt on, his victims’ ghosts had other plans. The shirt constricted, choking
him tightly. He struggled but could not remove it. The ghosts had him. Sheila
controlled the collar and made Robert suffer, prolonging his death for as long
as possible. Slowly Robert passed, all the while thinking just how nice the
shirt felt against his skin.
How This Shirt Started
What began as a simple IM conversation on writing, was soon auto-corrected into a discussion about "shirt" stories.
The following shirts, err..shorts, were quick to be posted:
"No one ever believed Phillip.
No one ever listened to the ramblings of what they thought was a madman, but until his dying day, Phillip would insist it was the shirt that killed his beloved wife."
and...
"Sam is a beat cop who's seen the worst this city has to offer. Oxford is a button-down dress shirt who ended up on the wrong side of the law. Fate has forced them together to solve a murder that could ruin both of their lives.
They are, Cuffs and Collars."
A blog about Shirt Stories seemed like the logical next step.
The following shirts, err..shorts, were quick to be posted:
"No one ever believed Phillip.
No one ever listened to the ramblings of what they thought was a madman, but until his dying day, Phillip would insist it was the shirt that killed his beloved wife."
and...
"Sam is a beat cop who's seen the worst this city has to offer. Oxford is a button-down dress shirt who ended up on the wrong side of the law. Fate has forced them together to solve a murder that could ruin both of their lives.
They are, Cuffs and Collars."
A blog about Shirt Stories seemed like the logical next step.
Short Shirt Stories Members
Founding Fathers:
Odie Bracy: Writer, Gamer, Professional Geek.
Matthew Fischer: A writer of many things. Good luck finding them.
Other People with Shirts:
Other members coming soon? Soonish? Maybe?
Odie Bracy: Writer, Gamer, Professional Geek.
Matthew Fischer: A writer of many things. Good luck finding them.
Other People with Shirts:
Other members coming soon? Soonish? Maybe?
Short Shirt Stories Intro
Not much to say besides the title. Short, fast and fun stories involving shirts. Writer challenge? Food for thought? Genius waiting to happen? Friends having fun? Whatever. It's a blog about shirts. Don't over think it or expect too much. Just sit back and let the creative ridiculousness begin.
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