November 10

Red (100 WC Week 9 Term 4 2015)

I gazed at the bleeding corpses of my family. We had waged war against the other rat colony for long enough. The battlefield was an artwork of despondence. scarlet and cherry drenched warriors fell at the fangs of their brothers. But I wouldn’t raise my claw. Why must Narkov kill Narkov?. My eyes darted between my friends. All of them were my brothers, but all I saw in their eyes were traitors. I raised myself up on my hind legs and watched. A mass of blood and foam boiled beneath me. No single body in the formless flesh.

Posted November 10, 2015 by Rat in category 100 Word challenge, Other, Uncategorized

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