Going Too Far

All right, this last week’s story was just plain wrong. It started out all right, about an eight year old boy who decided to go treasure hunting. Armed only with his mothers gardening trowel, he set off into the woods to find gold. Which he did.

He dug up a huge golden egg. It was planted in the ground in the middle of a clearing. He spent the day digging it out, then gave himself a hernia getting it out of the hole. He had to leave it in the woods due to his injury, but the gold was already having its effect on him. He didn’t tell anyone he found it, wanting to keep it all to himself.

Of course, his plans didn’t mean so much to his mother. She freaked out when she saw how filthy he was, and when she found out he was injured she dragged him to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed the hernia and told him to stay in bed for a few days, effectively grounding him. He also prescribed some heavy-duty painkillers which made sure he couldn’t go anywhere because they knocked him out cold.

After a full day of unconsciousness he managed to convince his mother he didn’t need the pills, then tried to stay awake long enough to sneak out to get the egg. Things didn’t work out that way though, and he fell asleep while waiting for the house to settle in for the night. It wasn’t an ordinary sleep though. He had a dream that his stomach ripped open and a monster burrowed inside, taking over his body and using him as a meat puppet.

The demon walked the two of them outside and into the woods to the egg. Our little victim was barefoot, so his feet got cut up along the way. The monster used the blood to paint arcane symbols on the egg, which then rose into the air and hatched.

A cloud covered up the moon just before the hatching, so the boy wasn’t able to see what came out of the egg. When it was gone, he was back in control of his body and ran home, where he started to wash off his mutilated feet. The bathroom door opened behind him, and when he turned to look he found a dragon had eaten his mother, and it was still hungry.

The story had so much promise in the beginning. I thought it would be a nice story of buried treasure. I thought that maybe I might make it a cautionary tale about the perils of greed. But then it went dark. Really dark. This is probably what I should have written during the week of Halloween, as it is definitely a horror story.

Maybe going too far like this is a good thing for a writer. Pushing the envelope can make a mediocre tale into a great one. Or, it could push it over the edge into the abyss of unsalable dreck.

What do you think? Did I go too far? Is this story better for the horrific events that happened, or is it over the edge? Would you like to read this kind of story, or do you think it should be burned in a ritual exorcism to cleanse it of the demons that have taken over my brain?

I’ll try to write something a little less creepy this week, but I won’t make any guarantees. Check in next Sunday to see how it goes.

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