The day was simple enough.
I went out of my home,
waiting for the bus,
when suddenly everything went black.
I stir and my eyes widen.
where. am. I?
I am not alone as others awaken,
their bodies bruised and beaten.
So like my own.
A look around the room,
and the state of shock sets in.
The looks of a torture chamber.
Only one person can escape.
weapons decorate the wall.
Which of us goes first?
a weapon is grabbed by one,
an unsteady hand,
Are you going for me?
Battles. Bloodshed. Murder.
two of us remain.
you or me.
tripping over carcasses,
we fight till the end,
blood adorning the walls,
I stick the knife in.
I. Have. Won.
Though, in the awareness of fear,
I have forgotten my humanity.
Lost within the first person's gut.
For what was this madhouse made for?
For what sick pleasure was this made for?
screams echo through the room,
the voice as my own.
As nightmares sink in,
and images burn to memory,
I think to myself...
The day began simple enough.
Author notes
Option #5
A contest entry
- Options!! by forget my memories.
550 points, ended May 29, 2007, 19 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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very nicely written and provoked a lot of imagery. Keep it up.
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For what sick pleasure was this made for?
screams echo through the room,
the voice as my own.
As nightmares sink in,
and images burn to memory,
I think to myself...
^^ my favorite lines.
I really like it, it has a great flow, and the title was used well to describe the write itself. I love it!! ♥
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Whoa! Very mind bending...but in a good way. The images evoked really make you think and forces you to conjure your own conclusions. Good piece. I like it.
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Great write I like it its different and the flow was good and everything just fit together at the end thank you for entering i really like this a lot.
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