Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Emotions

I've been trying to write a PHP script that can dynamically generate a wordcount progress bar, all because I don't like the graphics of the progress meters I've seen so far. I can get the graphics code working on my home computer, but my host is unhappy with it and won't tell me why...

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Meanwhile, today's exercise: Emotions

He could taste the scent of her emotions, trailing behind her like blood from a sack. He sniffed the air delicately, savoring the different aromas, picking them out. Fear, of course. Anger, too was expected. Hope, running like a blue cloud through the rest -- where had that come from? There was none of the acid brown of despair, only the duller brown of fatigue. She was, essentially, in good shape, and would still provide a great deal of challenge. He grinned, showing all his teeth. This would be fun.

She paused in her running to look behind her. There didn't seem to be anyone else trailing her, but she'd thought that the last time, too... She was scared. The teeth on that... that... thing that had jumped out at her, when she'd thought she was only dealing with another homeless person, someone to help out at the shelter. And then there'd been the red mist, and the blurring of vision, and the blood everywhere, from everyone except her, and the one homeless man standing there, grinning at her with far too many teeth, the one that she'd liked, who'd seemed so friendly and human and was really nothing but. And he'd taken her soup and thanked her for it and smiled with what had at first seemed perfectly normal teeth, and after he finished feasting on the bodies of the dead, he'd drunk her soup, and complimented her on it. As if it were just another meal to him. How dare he! In her place, her shelter, that she'd worked so hard to build...
She heard footsteps behind her, saw the glint of teeth, and began to run again.

291 words, 5 and a bit minutes. It's starting to look like that's my average, run-of-the-mill result.

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