Tuesday 15 March 2016

100 Words: Untitled

I hit the ground choking and spluttering, my throat starting to constrict.  My head soon started to catch up, mind, the bones in my skull splintering, then shrinking and reforming, a process that caused the sort of agony I could only have imagined before. 

My face began to itch then grow warmer as thick fur sprouted and grew to further alter my image. 

As the process repeated itself in a wave down my body, the main thing I noticed, aside from the searing pain, was the world becoming much larger. 


Once completely changed, I purred, scratched, then walked away nonchalantly.



Written for the 100 Word Challenge on Thin Spiral Notebook; the prompt was the word Change.

I also did one last week for Duty, but too late to link up.

Wednesday 9 March 2016

100 Words: Thoughts in a prison cell

She lay waiting in the cold of the prison cell, a dripping the only sound. 

Still reeling from the last force-feeding attempt a grim determination formed inside, readying her for the next one.

She ran through everything that had happened in the time leading up to this in her mind: the rough handling at the protests, the rocks through windows, the day chained to railings...

She thought also of Emily, lost under the King’s horse...

She knew she might not survive, might not ever vote herself. 

“It matters not,” she thought to herself, “We have a duty to the future.”




Written for the 100 Word Challenge on Thin Spiral Notebook; the prompt was the word Duty.