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Submitted to Contest #336
This contains violence by Police officers, a result of a civilian action. Vengeance, gore, sadness, inhumanity.Nicky was hitting the woman with his open hand across her face. Big loud smacks. She didn’t cover or try to protect herself, no reaction to the pain. Open full-pitch slaps across her face. Her eyes snapped back and forth, trying to find purchase on this reality, this time.She screamed in street Creole about fear, the denial of God, pointing at the baby. Jabbing her finger towards the table, screaming. Her eyes would bulge, then roll...
Submitted to Contest #332
He stands on the platform. He stands at the end of the train platform staring down the tracks. The rain drives hard against his jacket, soaking pants, and shoes, sending a chill through and through.Lost in thought at the reckoning. Consumed by the sadness in the world. He thinks If I can just make it one more day. One more day without this bag of rocks on my back. The weight of life courses through him, in his blood.He has seen much tragedy in his forty-four years. Enough misery to spread over entire swaths of people, without end...
Submitted to Contest #328
Rattle The voice in his head screamed and echoed, “Shame will follow, all of your days!”He realized it had with every passage, every journey. Every battle, again and again for two millennia. The plague followed him across time. The spear glistened with blood from the thrust into the man tied to the wooden beam in front of him. To the left and right, he had broken the other prisoners' legs, upper and lower, with the side of his battle sword, all to hasten their death. To drive them to meet Hades. The coppery smell of the blood w...
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