Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Survival



When you are being hunted by demons that can fly, how far can you run?

I stopped, panting, short of breath, and felt a sudden painful sensation on my left arm, as if a thousand needles were determined to pierce through the pale contours of my skin. I was bleeding, and I realized it now, in more places than one.

Escape wasn't a choice, neither was victory. However, survival was a desire. Like a child eager to get his hands on the new toy, I picked up a stone and hurled towards the demons. Poor hope, my only companion now.


This 100 word micro-fiction is shared with Picture It And Write.



20 comments:

  1. I truly believe that you can't run away from demons...you have to face them head on. You captured it beautifully here.

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  2. "Escape wasn't a choice, neither was victory. However, survival was a desire."

    Understandable emotions. Well narrated, Amrit. :)

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  3. Amrit this is very impressive.So much conveyed in limited words!

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  4. Well written 100 word Don't give up, don't ever give up

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  5. When it comes to survival, the true strength of mind is reflected. Love the feisty spirit of the post Amrit!!

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  6. We have to walk through them with our force fields shielding our hearts!
    Well Done

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  7. I gave blood today. One needle was bad enough! Good job in a short space.

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  8. A great short piece! One must face the demons rather than run. But I like how you concluded with 'poor hope' being the character's only companion. Poetic and also...depressing. With hope, you don't give up and you're more vulnerable to pain. Great piece! Thanks for contributing to Picture it & write, Amrit. :)

    - Ermisenda

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