Death in the Jungle
The corner was busy, always busy. The same grimy business of survival. Cars passed, girls and not girls on the stroll, bindles and cash got passed. Things are the same forever but, folks’ bodies remember it all. It was business as usual in the jungle. In the bright of daylight when the shadows hide nothing, shots echo.
But when they all ducked, nothing was there.
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Wow, this was beautifully written. Especially this line – “Things are the same forever but, folks’ bodies remember it all.”
This piece is really lyrical. It almost reads like a poem to me. I enjoy it.
More of a real-life scary than any horror movie. It flows really well. Good job.
Your voice is so clear here. Katie’s right – it almost reads like a poem. I really like the sense that this story takes place over time, that it’s an ongoing thing, not a one-time haunting, which you underscore with “folks’ bodies remember it all.”
I loved how this plays on the drug corner image that you see popular culture but interjected a sense of the unknown and ghosts at the end. Well done!
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