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Submitted to Contest #324
CW: Physical violence, kidnapping 1.The boat moved out slowly despite the strong winds and high tides. It sailed away from the land, dwindling away with his only hope of being rescued. John looked around trying to study the faces of men that took him but saw nothing, they had hit him too hard on the head and his eyes hadn’t got its good vision back, he only saw the silhouette of their bodies, four men–or women? He couldn’t tell their sex- crumbled in the little boat.An enormous wave hit the boat. John almost fell into the sea; his captors ju...
Submitted to Contest #105
BENThey got out as early as possible, before the first light and by the first light they had covered almost two kilometers deep into the forest and hunting. Ben had a good shot with an arrow, at twenty three a good farmer and father of two, a bow and arrow weren't tools he should have been using always but he loved them and had loved and dreamt of the opportunity he was enrolled into the Sungu-sungu but missed it. Ben always practiced archery in his farm with a sense urgency in it and was good at it.Deep in the dry forest in the dry season a...
Submitted to Contest #103
I heard the news earlier than most, my grandmother was always in my head, I had to see her last ceremony on Earth. I got into her room without anybody's notice and was searching, not knowing what for but I did search. Things neatly kept by aunties for inheritance distribution after the burial ceremony was complete. There was one thing in this room that belonged to me and couldn't wait the distribution time. I remember her words vividly. In a head turn just beside the very low-bed that was well made for her old age, neatly placed below the la...
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