swallow it was gone. My other hand clasped the glass and brought it to my greasy, cheesy lips. Sweet, sugary apple juice filled my mouth. I drained the cold beverage and delighted in its tender chill. Outside a car horn beeped. The car hit the girl, sending her flying to the floor as her vision clouded. I paused from devouring my lunch, the all too familiar sensation kicking in. Then began the fireworks. A multitude of lights, like spots, burning into my eyes. My everyday life since becoming blind. I used to be scared of the dark, but now I crave it. Living my life day in and day out, with spots of light blazing through my eyes. I miss my parent’s faces, seeing their smile. I don’t get to see them. ●
Blood and War I’ll kill them!
Laurence Pratt
I’ll kill them all! I’ll kill them and tear them limb from limb and rip out their throats with my teeth! I’ll kill them and hunt down their families and make them all suffer! I’ll destroy their villages and burn everything in my sight to cinders! I’ll end them! ◎
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Creative Writing Anthology
Chained in a dungeon, locked behind iron bars, and sneered at by lowly humans. Thinking they can keep me in check with those blunt swords at their sides. I haven’t unclenched my fists in days. I’ve only just stopped screaming and promising them an eternity of suffering. And I’m only now starting to think, and wonder what