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A Thief's Tale-KSS-Part 3Needless to say, we werent having the best of luck.
When I hit the ground, it wasnt pretty. The chest that had snagged my cape hit the ground first; and immediately after that, my back slammed into it. A surge of pain seemed to rattle my bones, setting fire to every last one of my nerves. I nearly blacked out, but somehow, I was able to hold on. Maybe it was luck; maybe it was adrenaline; whatever it was, it didnt stop me from feeling like I had been hit by a truck.
I groaned, thinking that the worst was over, but then Storos massive bulk slammed full force into the ground. The resulted shock wave forced everything into the air a few inches, then back down... which for me, resulted in slamming my already-bruised back against the chest again. Yeah, not exactly what I had envisioned; I thought my demise wouldve been much more instant but nope: I had to die the hard way
(Okay, okay, I didnt really die [which is obvious,
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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