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Submitted to Contest #190
"I will not rest until I avenge my family's honor," vowed young Éatan, his fists clenched in anger. He had lost his parents and younger sister to a brutal attack by a rival clan. His hatred for them had grown with each passing day, and as he stood at their graves, he made a vow to himself - that he would make them pay for the blood they had spilled. Éatan was ten years old when the massacre happened, and he only survived because they thought he was dead as he passed out after a head trauma and almost bled to death. Some of the elderly and wo...
Submitted to Contest #139
My earliest memory of that time is of a white door frame. I remember looking straight into it, and there was nothing before that. It was a white-yellowish color door. Maybe it was a kitchen door. Cannot recall. Mother turned me around and pushed me against it. The door was dirty. She had a sharp utensil in her right hand, and I remember closing my eyes. I heard a scratching noise before she pushed me to the floor. Not even now, being back to this house I can recall these marks on the door. It seems like I have never seen it before, ye...
Submitted to Contest #108
-Everything is blurry and confusing, where am I? The loud sound of the bedroom door being broken woke Magda up and it felt like a lightning hit her in the head. The air was filled with dark smoke coming from the fire. The hangover was brutal, and the reality was even worse: she was still alive. Carried out of her bed without realizing where she was or what day that was, Magda grasped: they have found me! Today was the day Magda has been waiting all along. Naked and zipping champagne at 9 am in the morning, feeling the crisp and fresh mornin...
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