The Beginning of My Rope

Wow, so here is my very first blog post. Cue the fanfare...

No? Oh, alright then.

I guess I should explain what I am trying to do here. Basically, I have decided to write about writing from my amateur perspective. I will also post some of the random things that come out of my brain when I put fingers to keys. Hopefully this goes well.

Anyway, flow forth creative juices!

The following was written from a prompt I found at Creative Writing Prompts . It suggested I write in the voice of a rope about to break. So here it is, be gentle.

My life is over. It was inevitable that I meet my end this way but the tension is excruciating. Bit by bit pieces break away, ticking down like the minute hand on his fancy sport watch. Any second now and it will all be over and he doesn’t even notice. He trusts me to protect him, I’ve never let him down before.

He thought that my flashy looks and my lofty price tag was evidence enough that I was the superior choice. He doesn’t even look me over when we go out any more. I guess he deserves what’s about to happen. You really shouldn’t take anything for granted. Nothing stays and money doesn’t matter in the end. I am not in the condition I was in my youth and he is about to pay for that indifference.

Not far to go now, maybe only seconds. It feels like eons to me. It’s hard to imagine myself dead, broken and useless. There is no afterlife to look forward to, just a prime position at the top of the trash heap. I hope there is one for him, he’s not all bad. Gosh, the rocks below look sharp. I hope there is no pa-