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Submitted to Contest #76
Seven Scars: “Are you scared because your army left you all alone with me? And by the way, If you let your sword down like that, what do you think I’m going to do? Let you go back to the army like we’re done here? That would really be an easy win.” Belaru: “They should have called you Rubber Blade, not Seven Scars. It makes much more sense.” Seven Scars: “That’s too much talk for a soldier with an ugly face.” Belaru: “Then hurry up fighting, Rubber Blade. The sun’s already down.” Seven Scars: “Are you cold, Belaru?” Belaru: “Of course I’m no...
Submitted to Contest #75
CW: killing, (hinted) emotional and physical abuse, Vanya licked his lips and emitted a little laugh as he took the knife back from the man’s chest.From behind his back, Sasha emitted a heavy sigh. “Why must you always make a mess?”The cold, wet air of the night made his baby pink hair softly move, but part of it was stuck to his white skin because of the blood. A window was open on the city like a wound, and the moon behind it showed nothing but square yellow holes where people like the man under him lived. The city was a waste of space, bu...
Submitted to Contest #58
TW: blood, police brutality, violence. Xavier had ironed his black and sleek trousers that morning, by himself, smoking to the Rolling Stones. He had put extra care in choosing his outfit because in those clothes he would have died. In fact, over the black pants, he had a white shirt, candid like a soft cloud, that smelled like fabric softener, a dark jacket that fit him perfectly and made him look less muscular. He had even folded a red and white tissue to put in his pocket. Then, he had hid seven knives, a bomb, two razors and a pair...
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