Flashes of Sanity #162: Dawson

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Four times a week, a chapter of 500 words or less will be published. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.

Today’s entry: Dawson

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Hugo Dawson knelt by the slurry of bodies. In the mass an eye moved. He caught it and lifted it so it looked straight into his own grey circles.
”Who were you?”
The iris widened just to fall back into a dot in the middle of the globe.
”Stabber?” He continued without letting the tiny dot out of his sight.
”Yes, sir?”
”We need shovels, a lot of them. And gasoline.”
The tall man disappeared. The eye vibrated in Dawson’s hand. The pressure became too much and the orb turned into squishy goo. Like the rest of the body.
”Have anyone found anything resembling Mart Adamson yet?”
His troop answered in a choir. None of them had. Dawson put his finger on the mic by his ear.
”We can confirm your suspicions Mrs. President. All of Mart and his troops were immobilized.”
”Thank you Dawson. Do you see any signs of Donald Diamond or his crew?”
”They have fled the premises.”
Stabber returned from a shop down the street. He dropped the shovels on the ground and ran off again.
“Inform me if you find any clues of their whereabouts.”
The line went back to white noise. Dawson tapped the mic again and arose. He grabbed a shovel and joined forces with his team. The bodies became a pile of blood, bones and tissue. Stabber poured the gasoline on it and with the flick of a match the bodies were aflame. A pillar of smoke arose into the sky.
“Do you think it will work?” Stabber asked.
“I don’t think Stabber, I know.” Dawson inhaled the warmth. “We will get our own monster, and when we do, the world will crumble. Little Mrs. President won’t know what hit her.”
“Do you hear that, brothers and sisters?” He continued to the smoke. “The world will crumble at our feet.”

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Flashes of Sanity #134: Kyle the Survivor

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Today’s entry:

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Kyle Rose had seen much. A rich life, a downfall, a failed revenge, and surviving a massacre by brain washed soldiers.
Going into hiding afterwards had been somewhat weird. Seeing your dead father appearing on the screen was weirder. Meeting said dead father also made quite the story. Seeing the one who took all your riches away being his right hand stung. Having your dead father make you head of his militia topped it all.
Kyle took his time and looked at each and everyone. His old friends. His dead friends. His new friends. And those he did not know where they stood.
“We are facing something neither of us have ever seen before,” he said.
Murderous elves was what he meant. There was no meaning in telling the soldiers. They were all too aware.
“But we are immortal, remember that! They can harm us, but they can never kill us! And you know what? Santa’s elves. That sounds like saints to me. Doesn’t it?”
He got a few nods in answer. Whether they truly believed him didn’t matter.
“We will kill them!”
Some repeated his words. Simon was one of them. That was always a good thing.
“We will kill them!” Kyle screamed it again.
He punched the silent on the shoulder. A few screams more and they were all shouting in adrenaline fueled rage.
Even Kyle believed his words now.
“Charge!” Kyle opened the door. The soldiers poured out on the street. Kyle joined them. Shouts of rage turned into screams of pain the second they walked out. Fire rained from the sleigh above. Teeth pierced their skin. Simon lost his head.
Kyle fired bullet after bullet as he saw his men fall to elves who cheerfully gnawed their skin away.
“Hi, Kyle,” a man said from above.
Kyle didn’t need to look up. He already saw the red hat on the face that once belonged to his father’s best friend. He tightened his hand around a grenade. He pulled the pin.
“I want you to tell me where your father is,” Sam wheezed in Kyle’s ear.
“Make me.”
Kyle dropped the grenade and held his breath.

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Flashes of Sanity #92: Key chain

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This week’s entry: Key chain

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I am more than my fears, the soldier thought. I am more than my fears.
Then he attached the keychain to his rifle.
“Are you ready?” By the door to his room stood a man in a white lab coat. The shivers still travelled up the soldier’s spine at the sight of the man even though the pain was long gone by now.
“Yes, sir.”
“Great, we want you at the hall in fifteen,” the man in lab coat said, then the he looked straight into the soldier’s eyes. “And remember, you are more than your fears.”
The soldier arose from his bed, the teddy bear dangled on the chain.
‘I will murder you,’ the bear whispered.
Nothing but the brain playing games, the soldier knew, still the whispers were enough to make his mouth taste like blood.
“I am more than my fears,” he said and saluted.
The face above the lab coat cracked in a smile.
“I am glad you are still holding our values high, soldier.”
“Thank you Dr. Hiedel. I am glad to be part of your army.”
Dr. Hiedel continued down the hall to the next soldier, and the next after that. Bryan Brihill could hear them all give the same positive answer.
Soon, he thought. Soon, I will get my revenge.

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