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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.
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I truly believe that you can't run away from demons...you have to face them head on. You captured it beautifully here.
ReplyDeleteThanks Keith :-)
Delete"Escape wasn't a choice, neither was victory. However, survival was a desire."
ReplyDeleteUnderstandable emotions. Well narrated, Amrit. :)
Thank You Vaishali :-)
DeleteWell-written. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Balqis :-)
DeleteAmrit this is very impressive.So much conveyed in limited words!
ReplyDeleteThank You Usha ji :-)
DeleteWell written 100 word Don't give up, don't ever give up
ReplyDeleteThanks Glynis :-)
DeleteWhen it comes to survival, the true strength of mind is reflected. Love the feisty spirit of the post Amrit!!
ReplyDeleteThank You Reshma :-)
DeleteWe have to walk through them with our force fields shielding our hearts!
ReplyDeleteWell Done
Thanks Ella :-)
DeleteI gave blood today. One needle was bad enough! Good job in a short space.
ReplyDeleteThank You Anne :-)
Deletevery well done, Amrit
ReplyDeleteA 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. :)
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Thank You Ermisenda :-)
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