Tag: #week 35

The statue, no one understood it but I did…

…I was alone, my heart pounding against my chest. Gun fire all around me, it wouldn’t stop, my forehead was aching and liquid dripped down my startled face. I put my hand beneath my chin, it slowly dripped onto my hand, it was blood I realized I had been shot. A man stepped forward out of the gnarled bushes and pointed his gun right to my head. I screamed. A red light came out of me and suddenly his gun was in a knot and pointing right at him. He shot…

…However, she couldn’t believe what she had just done…

She fell slowly into the soft grass. Trying to remember what just happened. Her black hair hung like curtains over her pale face. She looked up to see faces filled with fear. They circled around her murmuring. Over in the corner of the crowd was a little girl crying. She reached her hand over to the little girl. The little girl cried even more as her father took out his pocket knife and said “Get away from my daughter you, you demon!” She cried. Her mascara dripped down her face like blood…