Monday, July 2, 2012

got writing?

Morning offers little comfort after a night of sheer terror. I want to pretend that the slaughter and senseless deaths are a dream but the silvery bloodstains on my hands tell a different story. Exhausted, I remove my breastplate and tuck that and my saber away.

While my brother sleeps, still safely hidden, I scrub myself clean. Dear, sweet, Jake, only five years old could never comprehend that for us to survive, I will fight again tonight.

Write a short scene with some dialogue between our main character and Jake after he wakes up and be sure to give this brave girl a name.

Happy writing!


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