FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - 27 April 2012 - My 100 Words - Sussan De Allura

Evil Is

         Not one shred of fear is left in me.  This is kill or be killed and I know that escaping from this mad man is no longer my prime objective.  A ferocity so intense grows in me, filling me with energy and a sharp and clear-thinking mind.

         I gaze around his house of horrors.  It is so vile, the horrid bêtes noires has an extensive collection of barbwire, each 18”sample now desecrated in dry blood.  Each has a date, a name and a rating...a rating!  I am going to kill this abomination.

         Strangely I look forward to the pleasure...

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - 20 April 2012 - AH - My 100 Words - Sussan De Allura

Ah...

         Ah, to be alone at last on this glorious morning!  Nature awakening me.  Oh, it feels so good to be away...

         That was the last thought I had before I felt a stunning blow from behind, the breath forced out of me as we crashed to the ground, my hair being savagely pulled and twisted, my head smashed into the no longer peaceful earth.

         My eyes fixed on a lovely little mossy place trickling drops of water...it smelled so sweet! I just fell into it, got lost in it, became it.          

          Everything else I was before, I am not now…