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ShaperBrent dragged the body into the dilapidated shed and dumped it against the wall, the corpse's head hitting a laundry tub with a hollow thump. He'd butcher it later, he had more important things to see to first.

Large kettles bubbled away on a resurrected Aga. With a practiced motion, Brent lifted the lid and waited for the steam to abate, he'd long since gotten used to the smell. A brief stir brought bones to the surface of the liquid, satisfied that the boiling process was coming along nicely, he checked the peroxide baths. Draining them and carefully rinsing the contents to reveal enough bright bones to make up two adult males.

Lugging the bones across to his workroom, Brent sorted them into piles according to size. Skulls and pelvises would be ground into a meal, to become part of the cement he used to bind his work together and create the finished surface texture. The other bones would be woven and manipulated into free-form sculptures.

Brent had built up quite a reputation as an artist and had created several table lamps for exclusive design houses. He had also made a tidy dent in the crime statistics of his neighbourhood.

mistersleepless Fast Fiction Friday


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16th Jul, 2004 05:38 (UTC)

*looks warily*

Psychopathic much? Definitely a guy I wouldn't want in my neighbourhood.

But good. Definitely gave me the chills.
16th Jul, 2004 05:42 (UTC)
Well, he would keep the riff-raff down to a manageable level. The only problem being that he may have a different definition of riff-raff.
16th Jul, 2004 05:43 (UTC)
And that is never a good thing. *looks warily at Brent*

Nope, never a good thing.
16th Jul, 2004 05:46 (UTC)
Maybe it's just me that finds the idea of noxious little graffiti vandals being turned into designer table lamps amusing.
16th Jul, 2004 05:47 (UTC)
It might be, slightly. Although in an entirely clinical way, it could be amusing. Now, entirely clinical, that is.

*moves away carefully*
16th Jul, 2004 05:47 (UTC)
He had also made a tidy dent in the crime statistics of his neighbourhood.

By picking off the criminals, yes? So he's a public servant! Good boy! :P
16th Jul, 2004 05:56 (UTC)
I would expect door-knocking god-botherers and phone company salesmen would also end up as object d'art.

This was done for mistersleepless' Fast Fiction Friday. Will know if I made the cut by tonight. He expected 50 responses and got 500, so there's some steep competition.
16th Jul, 2004 05:57 (UTC)
Good luck
16th Jul, 2004 06:04 (UTC)
Yes, quite! 50 out of 500? Whoa! That's impressive...

And, Wolf, even if you don't make the cut -- I still liked it. (Not that'll mean much, in comparison, but... ;P)
16th Jul, 2004 07:08 (UTC)
Huh. Table lamps. Hope you make the cut. (I wish someone'd turn my local vaccuum cleaner salesman into a table lamp.) Excellent, as usual. XD
16th Jul, 2004 07:16 (UTC)
Thanks. Maybe you need to invite Brent around. Probably safer to just send the vacuum cleaner salesmen his way instead.
16th Jul, 2004 12:18 (UTC)
Just a question - is this in the same universe as where Wolf kept the phalanges?

Draining them and carefully rinsing the contents to reveal enough bright bones to make up two adult males. - incomplete sentence?

What's funny is that whenever I see the name Brent I think of Brent from PVP Comics. And that one's an artist too. ;)

One other thought: I don't know what the shed's surroundings are like, but wouldn't some neighbor or other complain about the smell?

Other than that, an interesting piece. I can see the headlines now from whenever someone discovers his 'artistic secret'. ;)
16th Jul, 2004 13:53 (UTC)
The shed can't be urban, neighbours would only tolerate the stench for so long. While Brent lives an area with enough of a criminal element to provide plenty of raw materials for his art, his shed and workshop is in a semi-rural setting.

I've seen some pretty weird headlines related to British artists, this guy wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary.
16th Jul, 2004 18:52 (UTC)
Ew nasty! Pleasantly practical though. ;0)
17th Jul, 2004 01:37 (UTC)
I do like the practical side of Brent, indulging his passion for art and ridding the world of long distance phone company salesmen.
16th Jul, 2004 22:18 (UTC)
Eeew. Wonderful, though.

(I think your serial killer is creepier than my serial killer. Bone artwork... deliciously creepy.)
17th Jul, 2004 01:40 (UTC)
Thanks. The bone artwork isn't artwork, it's a photo of the aftermath of the genocide in Rwanda, those are human bones, a warehouse of human bones.
17th Jul, 2004 08:52 (UTC)
Creepy. Definitely, creepy. But also, beautifully precise and beautiful. And that is what's really scary.

Good job! (shiver)
17th Jul, 2004 10:03 (UTC)
Many thanks. I'm pleased I managed to convey the creep factor.
16th Nov, 2004 05:47 (UTC)
Okay. Yipe. Very creepy--but good! If the writing makes one's stomach turn a bit, the writing *must* be good.

Sorta reminds me of the Parisian catacombs, and how some of the ossuaries have...somewhat macabre artwork made from the bones they contain.

How weird that we both have Brent characters, lol. I think I like mine better, though; other than having tried to kill me once, he's harmless. :-D Yours, however...I'd hate to run into him. Haha!
16th Nov, 2004 08:38 (UTC)
This is one of the Warren Ellis made me do it fics.

The idea came from a challenge on wordoftheday100 that reminded me of the bone cathedrals.
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