Sunday, 9 January 2011
04:21:31 AM (GMT)
Two girls sat on the small swingset, holding hands. Gun shots rang out around them
but they didn't seem to be alarmed. In fact, they had soft smiles playing on their
pale faces. The man in the house was hurriedly packing. He looked out the window,
seeing the girls, who resembled his daughters almost exactly. He ran out, shouting at
them to come inside. He was frantic. The children could be shot, hurt, or killed. He
ran to them, to carry them inside himself, but he blinked and they were gone.
Now he was afraid. Horrified, he ran around the outside of his home, trying to find
the girls. He had to get them to safety. He got lost in his mind, and when he
blinked, he saw himself at a graveyard. There were the two girls, their innards
strewn across two graves, soft smiles on their bleeding faces. The man ran to them,
and he blinked, and they were gone, again. In their place, two gravestones, with his
daughters names on them. His daughters that he could not save, and he did not save.
He precious things, that were taken from him by the enemy and killed.
He blinked and the gun shot rang out in his ears.
He blinked and the pain raced through him.
and he was dead.
Last edited: 9 January 2011