It took more force than I’d expected. The blade was sharp, but even with my full strength behind it, I barely got four inches in.
That was enough. As he fought against it, it sliced deeper, and vibrated with each sinewy centimeter. He scratched and clawed at my arms, my neck, but I clung to the wooden handle, slick with the warm, wet life oozing out of him.
The air was thick and acrid, so I held my breath.
There was very little life left within me anyway.
I had died a little every day for the last fourteen years.
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You use physical sensation really effectively and the theme is conveyed capably with enough space for the reader to fill in the gaps. Fantastic work Mel.
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Thanks Matt! I’m worried it is too gruesome but I’m glad it conveyed enough of a story. You don’t realize how few 100 words is until you try to write a story with just that.
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It’s a good practice to get into. As for gruesomeness, you’ll be surprised what people can stomach if it’s relevant to the story.
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Wow, that was well crafted and visceral. You told a complete story. Nicely done.
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Wow!
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