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Post by journeycat on Jun 5, 2010 6:02:39 GMT 10
Title: An Eye for an Eye Rating: PG Prompt: #2 Walk the Line Category: 100 Word Count: 100 Summary: ...and her life for his son.
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It is a festering wound that cannot heal, like a serpent’s venomous bite. The toxin courses through his veins, leeching, murderous. This is hatred, this sour rage of trembling hands and gritted teeth. This is what it means to hate with such a passion that he could choke on it.
She is unburdened by death and it is unacceptable. She and her witchery, her temptress stare, her lecherous grin. His shining star never would have died if not for her.
Burchard gulped the last of his wine, and stood.
His apothecary should be ready with the undetectable poison now.
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Post by max on Jun 5, 2010 7:33:27 GMT 10
Ooh. Nice.
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Post by greenie on Jun 5, 2010 9:21:00 GMT 10
I really like how you wait until almost the end until you show us who you're talking about! Great drabble.
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Post by journeycat on Jun 7, 2010 4:24:30 GMT 10
Thank you!
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Post by Katty on Jun 7, 2010 10:51:33 GMT 10
Snap! Beautiful, bitter and to the point. Very well done!
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Post by Verasque on Aug 18, 2010 20:11:56 GMT 10
She and her witchery, her temptress stare, her lecherous grin. His shining star never would have died if not for her.
I'm not exactly sure what it is about these lines that make me feel. But it does.
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