Contemplating Nietzsche

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The revolver held six bullets, but he only had three. He rolled them around in his hand, watching the moonlight reflect off their brass casings—trying not to think about how woefully inadequate they were.

Fog started to creep through the woods. He loaded the gun. Stared into the darkness. The abyss. Hadn’t Nietzsche written something clever about doing that?

He took out his longbow, strung it like he had a hundred thousand times. Only, this time was different. This time, he wasn’t hunting deer or boar or rabbit.

He wasn’t even hunting.

He was being hunted.

He knocked an arrow, drew it back to his cheek. Couldn’t help but think about the old days. When he had stood behind her, their bodies touching, whispering instructions in her ear as she had tried to draw the bowstring. She had never become a good archer. He hadn’t cared.

A twig snapped—out there. In the abyss. He gulped.

Something was moving through the woods.

A shadow. A wraith.

He cocked the gun.

Turned around.

It was behind him.

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  1. Avatar Princess Binky Lemontwist (LoA)

    Great job! The song and this ficly definitely correlate!

  2. Avatar Robert Quick

    For you and I, the common denominator is an unseen monster. I am starting to see this song as a sort of an inkblot test. The short sentences do you a lot of good and bring a fair amount of tension. In the middle the four sentences that start with ‘He’ stand out to me. I don’t know if that’s necessarily a bad thing but it was noticeable. Great job!