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100 Words – Torture

torture instruments

I laughed as she squirmed, fearing the needle’s sting. I clamped her arm down and injected the harmless solution into her vein. Ten minutes later she told me everything I wanted to know. Everything she wanted me to know.

The charade of torture is often so rewarding. The “victim” wants to cooperate. The sin of collusion is tempting. They don’t really believe the lies they were raised on. Any alternative, any truth, any rebellion will do.

Now what to do with he? Killing her would be too kind. It would deprive her of the horror of living a traitor’s life.

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Tags: , | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: August 17, 2019

100 Words(or less) – Movie Oops

movie theater

All I wanted to do was make a movie. I know that’s little comfort to the families of the recently deceased, but it’s true.

The thing that bothers me the most is now I have to pay extra to have the “no animals were harmed” message removed from the credits.

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Tags: | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: August 10, 2019

100 Words – No Excuses

sledge hammers - no excuses

“I have no time for your excuses. I want the money and I want it now. So shut up, pay up or it’s the sledgehammer to the balls again.”

He paid up. They always do.

I am slowly winning the battle over the voices in my head. Their screaming has been subdued to a mere whisper. A gentle melody telling me to do terrible things.

Doing the things the voices tell me to do eases the pain, but it always comes back. I think that if I can silence the voices I will silence the pain. What do you think?

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Tags: | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: May 25, 2019

100 Words – The saddle

horse with saddle

She knew all the big horse words like dressage, cadence and farrier. I was an idiot who had no business being in a saddle. It was only my basest desires that brought me to the trail that day, hanging on for dear life atop a beast trying to throw me off with every step.

Somehow my screaming failed to clue her in to my distress. I became aware of this when she yelled, “Hey, lets run this part!” She kicked her heels and her horse took off and my horse followed.

The ground slammed into my face. Gravity won again.

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Tags: | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: May 11, 2019

100 Words – Wounds

battlefield wounds

Barely awake, I lay in the bloody mud. My wounds ooze unexpected colors. The field is full of the dead, enemy and comrade alike. I alone am still alive.

The battle was fierce and futile. People died on and for an empty field. Mothers and lovers will weep. The wolves and vultures are already disposing of the remains.

Our God and their God look down and pity us as they share a somber drink in some heavenly tavern. No glory for the fools below.

Years from now the schoolbooks will label this my greatest victory. The schoolbooks will be wrong.

 

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Tags: | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: May 4, 2019

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