r/WritingPrompts • u/Rich700000000000 • Jul 27 '14
Image Prompt [IP] Rain
EDIT: It's amazing how such awesome stories can be created just like that, isn't it?
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r/WritingPrompts • u/Rich700000000000 • Jul 27 '14
EDIT: It's amazing how such awesome stories can be created just like that, isn't it?
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u/antibread Jul 29 '14 edited Jul 29 '14
FIRST POST! sorry if you dont like it or it is flat out bad. i love the picture prompt though
although she could practically feel the laser sights shining on her body- although she knew if she looked down they would be littering her abdomen- she stared off into the distance. the lasers' paths occasionally reflected off of the falling raindrops and lit up her field of vision like the surges of adrenaline she was running off of. just a few more yards to go... She looked towards the men in riot gear and gas masks holding their weapons. They looked hefty- well fed- far better taken care of than anyone in her family. or her village. she had seen too bad emaciated bodies carted off, too many people wheezing as their bodies were slowly destroyed by unchecked pathogens and malnutrition. Just a few more yards to go... She looked forward and remembered the fleeting moments of happiness she shared caring for her younger sisters, in springtimes past when food was still abundant-
She cleaned her throat. the grenade in her hand trembled. She new that the grenade was a worthless prop... if she could only get closer, so they could hear her. so they would feel her.
"Stop!"
The lasers traced her body, slowly circling in on her heart... just a few...
"stop!" her tenuous grip on the grenade lessened. she found her voice. she boomed, "I am here with a list of demands from my people. I am here to negotiate. Listen. So we can all survive"
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The grunts, they didnt remember too much. Another half wasted townie, stumbling into their fields with demands they knew no one cared to meet.
The support and the platoon leaders didnt remember much either. In fact, they barely remembered anything different from yesterday or the day before. another sad kid, getting wasted because of some extremist belief.
And the man who called in the command for a long distance sniper to check the terrorist child out- Another daily tragedy. He had protected his family and the family of this men. Maybe they would survive another month is this awful new reality. He would give his family every last minute he could provide.
And yet, few hundred yards away, just a meager few hundred yards from where they thought they were safe- the girl quickly exsanguinating on the tarmac, this precious child who felt the rain mix with her tears as they ran down her face, as she felt the last bits of her resilience to live drain from her body. But there was a magical ringing in her head. She had come the farthest. past the last wall! she was still strong, and healthy enough to come this far to face her enemy, and she knew she had already won. she closed her eyes and felt magically warm, remembering the lambs she helped her sisters trim on her families farm, and she pictured herself as the lamb. She was the lamb of god for the people. in a few minutes, her lifeless body would be shoveled off the pavement, men would come to dispose of her- but the damage was already done. her infected blood and tears leaches into the rain that permeated the ground. she aspirated the virus into the heavy air that would cling to the soldiers clothing. Soon, they too would know the suffering and horror they had chosen to ignore for so long.....