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Kyle scooped three fingers full worth of icing from the large decorated cake. He slipped his hand into his mouth and gleefully gulped down the icing. He could not remember the last time he had something so sweet. When he was thirteen? No, not thirteen, probably ten. No, certainly eight. Either way, Kyle thought, it had been sometime. Oh how he enjoyed that wedding cake. Though he wasn’t sure whose wedding it was. And,he did not know why everyone had to be so sharply dressed. He did not understand the chatter of stocks, bounds, and the share splitting of companies. He did not comprehend what a yacht was, or why it made so many people jealous. He just had rags… and all the riches of icing.

Posted By The Avidly Active Procrastinator On 07.22.2012 @ 9:22 pm

Sergeant’s instructions were simple. Go into the village. Then, fire our guns at anyone we could see. Then, set the entire place ablaze. Dinner after the fire. Simple instructions. Sickening instructions. And yet, my entire unit ate them up.

Posted By The Avidly Active Procrastinator On 07.21.2012 @ 8:03 pm

The suspects were motioned to line up in front of the officers, from tallest to shortest. The tallest suspect stood at 4 feet. The shortest stood at 3 feet and 10 inches. “God…” said Officer Greg to Lieutenant Jared, “there’s no way these kids murdered that woman…” “Lets pray not.” and that’s all Jared said.

Posted By The Avidly Active Procrastinator On 07.20.2012 @ 2:14 pm

Dogs barked as their breath glowed in the luminescent light of the moon. Men shouted words unknown, in a language not heard of. Guns fired constantly, far enough to be mere echos, and yet close enough to chill bones. Sasha was afraid. She was deemed unclean like the rest of her friends and family. The dogs’ barking was closer and the patrols were heard just outside her shack. She knew she’d die. And her friend Micheal put his hands around her. She was afraid. But death felt warm.

Posted By The Avidly Active Procrastinator On 07.19.2012 @ 8:07 pm

The room was pitch black. The walls were made of brick. The air was still and damp. Rats squeaked somewhere nearby. Then the torches were lit. And that’s when the prisoner saw the stretcher. “But I have nothing to say!” he begged the guards as they prodded him forward. “We know.” one of them answered. And the rest smiled.

Posted By The Avidly Active Procrastinator On 07.18.2012 @ 1:58 pm

The walls were made of brick. The scene was pitch black. Then the torches were lit. And that’s when the prisoner saw the stretcher. “But I have nothing to say!” he begged the guards as they prodded him forward. “We know.” one of them smiled in answer.

Posted By The Avidly Active Procrastinator On 07.18.2012 @ 1:51 pm

An empty room. The place was barren. Undecorated. Unfurnished. Plain white ceiling and a plain white floor. Simply empty. That is exactly what the man wanted. A clean canvas, a free space, a new beginning. He hoped that this would be a fresh start. He hoped that this place would remain pure. He hoped he wouldn’t have to stain these walls with red.

Posted By The Avidly Active Procrastinator On 07.17.2012 @ 9:40 am