Jake wailed
into the shadowy trees around him as the cold steel slid into his warm flesh. Feeling
his consciousness implode, he thought, Is
this really how I’m gonna die?
The treetops
above Jake swayed against the obscenely bright night sky as he opened his eyes.
Fingering the absence of the wound along his spine, he was shocked he was still
alive.
Rage surged
through him as he said, I’m gonna kill
that son of a bitch.
Check out the home of Five Sentence Fiction.
Love the rage! Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jennifer! We were inspired by the Illiad, odd as that may be...
ReplyDeleteloved this!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jean!
DeleteFantastic descrption that put me right there with Jake and his rage. Excellent. x
ReplyDeleteThanks! We love rage over here. It's just so darn dramatic...
DeleteNice! Dramatic is good :)
ReplyDelete