July262012

story by dearskye

dearskye: violence out tonight, It began with a collection of screams, from one frightened soul to the next. A domino effect of deep emotions as fear became violence right underneath the proprietor’s gaze. She watched from the barred windows as the children scrambled after the littlest one. Pulling his hair, grabbing his cheek as if the flesh were made of rubber, lifeless rubber, they yelled incoherent words, and trampled with feet that followed with the flow.  She picked at her sleeves and blinked. The shoving was never hard enough to hit the ground. It was just a mob of bodies moving in a weak undulating wave. It would die before it reached the shore. And when there was blood, she did not flinch. “My god, what are they doing?” A cried from behind her. She looked behind her and saw her superior lifting her skirt and running. The door slammed behind the superior as she made it outside. Even inside the room, she could heard the sharp clap and shriek to stop. It stilled the boys and they parted away from the little one like a receding water line. She noticed a clump of hair in the fist of an older boy. He pocketed the hair like a charm, looking up just in time to meet her gaze. She touched the place where her jaw met her ears. Her eyes never leaving his. So he swiped the same spot and felt a thick wetness coating his fingers. 

dearskye:

violence out tonight,


It began with a collection of screams, from one frightened soul to the next. A domino effect of deep emotions as fear became violence right underneath the proprietor’s gaze. She watched from the barred windows as the children scrambled after the littlest one. Pulling his hair, grabbing his cheek as if the flesh were made of rubber, lifeless rubber, they yelled incoherent words, and trampled with feet that followed with the flow. 

She picked at her sleeves and blinked. The shoving was never hard enough to hit the ground. It was just a mob of bodies moving in a weak undulating wave. It would die before it reached the shore. And when there was blood, she did not flinch.

“My god, what are they doing?” A cried from behind her. She looked behind her and saw her superior lifting her skirt and running. The door slammed behind the superior as she made it outside.

Even inside the room, she could heard the sharp clap and shriek to stop. It stilled the boys and they parted away from the little one like a receding water line. She noticed a clump of hair in the fist of an older boy. He pocketed the hair like a charm, looking up just in time to meet her gaze. She touched the place where her jaw met her ears. Her eyes never leaving his. So he swiped the same spot and felt a thick wetness coating his fingers. 

Tags: /dearskye /fiction /violence /creative writing /chasingfivetwo

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