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Daily Drabble 217- River

If they made the river, they'd be free.

Bruza wasn't gonna let that happen.

People talk of orcs "lumbering". They've never seen one going flat out.

Bruza was closing the gap on the thieves, despite their headstart. But it was too wide and he arrived to see the men emerging out of the water on the far bank.

Out of Orcturf.

"Haha! Too slow, orc!" One taunted.

They waved their prize, the gold arm rings.

"Yeah, and you can't enter Elflord lands, greenskin!"

Bruza's javelin passed clean through the man's chest.

"Oh, I won't, But I can throw bloody far."

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Carnage

COMBAT MODE DEACTIVATED

CONTROL RETURNED

Drew felt all the data streams rush back through his brain. Senses came alive again and he looked out at the carnage.

His guns were empty.

They'd shut him down, used his body as a weapon.

That hadn't been in the Enhanced Infantry pitch.

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Daily Drabble 227- Tender

The doors opened and she shuddered as realisation dawned.. 

Understood all that she’d wondered about in the dark.

Why her captor had chosen her.

He could have chosen a prettier girl, Claire thought. A girl who’d be missed less. Been less risky to snatch.

Why her?

Now she knew the reason why she’d been picked..

Her figure.

Blinking at the bright, sterile room all the pieces finally came together..

The small cell, the good food, the lack of physical violence.

He’d wanted her plump and soft.

He’d kept her like a veal calf.

And this room…it was the abattoir.

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Daily Drabble 223- Ring

Desperately, blindly they ran to get away from the American death machines.

Captain Patel cursed. 

They shoulda allied with Canada or Japan, and had a fighting chance. 

But the PM wanted to prove that Britain didn’t need help.

Moron.

They’d reached the edge of the War Ring..

The remaining British Centurions cursed, looking around desperately.

Their gear would be almost useless against the Yanks.

“Make ready, lads. Might as well give ‘em a good show..”

They’d die for a few negotiation tokens and.a couple of places in the supply queue.

That, and the entertainment of the billions watching live.

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Daily Drabble 222- Crush

Others in the class noticed. It was hard to focus on Macbeth with all the sniggering and whispers.

She wasn’t subtle about it. Gazing longingly at him, making little comments.

Something had to be done. He’d have to let her down gently but clearly.

*   *     *

It didn’t go well.

He’d asked to talk after class, but as soon as the door had closed she’d kissed him, clawing at his uniform.

“Miss, stop!”

*   *   * 

“A teacher after you, I’d have loved that.”

“It’s inappropriate.”

“Adams? The redhead? Nice.”

“Dad, this is serious! It’s an abuse of power.”

“She could abuse me any day.”

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Daily Drabble 221- Squelch

Sometimes he worried all this was twisting him.

Ian remembered killing his first zed. 

Mrs Wilkins, from down the road. He’d used a shovel. Afterwards he’d seen his breakfast in reverse and had nightmares for days.

He’d even kept count.

He’d stopped somewhere around seventy. He must be well into triple figures by now.

It was his job as a guard, he could argue. A necessity in the age of the undead.

But he rather enjoyed it. It felt good, he felt his rage flow out.

And the sound of his axe burying into brain was oddly satisfying.

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Daily Drabble 216- Levitation

It started when she was twelve.

Nobody understood it.

She broke her nose when she floated into the top of an MRI machine.

Her parents even called an exorcist.

It only happened when she slept. She had a padded ceiling and a safety line tied to the bed.

She knew it came from a place of love but her parents' protection grated at times.

No sleepovers. No camping.

At seventeen she snuck out to a house party.

A few alcopops later she waited for the last bus home.

She dozed off at the bus stop.

And was never seen again.

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Daily Drabble 215- Necropolis

There are less than half a million people in New Orleans.

Living people.

There are millions of the dead.

The Big Easy draws the restless souls like a flame drawing moths.

Its why Henning was there. He'd died four years ago, but it hadn't stuck.

Now, caught between life and death, he hunts malicious souls and the evil dead.

He is the sheriff of the necropolis that exists alongside and beneath the living city.

And tonight he is hunting a dangerous quarry.

A level 3 vampire. Hypnotism, transformation. All that Dracula crap.

Henning smiled.

This should be fun.