terror

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Round 1: White Belt. 100 words.

The last enemy falls with a slice of my sword. Exhausted, I look up, awaking from the daze of the fight. I'm surrounded by chaos: bodies, blood, and dirt. The smell is terrible, leaving me choking for air. But the worst is the sounds.

Men – comrades and enemies alike – crying for help, for their mothers. Pain and agony, swords clashing, slashing flesh and bones, metal against metal. There're no words to describe the terror of war.

Even if the memories fade one day, the sounds will stay. I already know, they will keep me awake till the end of time. 



Oops, here we are again. I can't believe it's been one year already. Well, I probably won't participate in the whole contest, but I'll try for a few one-shots. :) Good luck and lots of fun to everyone!

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