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162 - Drabble - Emergence
Title Emergence
Author dragonyphoenix
Rating PG
Word Count 100
Prompt 162: Academy Awards 1980 - Present (Dead Man Walking, 1995)
He woke to the stench of formaldehyde, lying in an unnatural position, flat on his back with his arms crossed over his chest. I can’t see.
His flailing arms hit soft fabric. No, not this. They’ve buried me alive.
He punched upwards. When his fists cracked wood, ridges erupted over his fingers, helping him worm his way up through the soil. Spitting dirt, he pulled himself free of the grave.
There was a girl there. Alone. Defenseless. The hunger overtook him.
When the stake slammed into his chest, his screams echoed mockingly around him until his lips turned to dust.
Author dragonyphoenix
Rating PG
Word Count 100
Prompt 162: Academy Awards 1980 - Present (Dead Man Walking, 1995)
He woke to the stench of formaldehyde, lying in an unnatural position, flat on his back with his arms crossed over his chest. I can’t see.
His flailing arms hit soft fabric. No, not this. They’ve buried me alive.
He punched upwards. When his fists cracked wood, ridges erupted over his fingers, helping him worm his way up through the soil. Spitting dirt, he pulled himself free of the grave.
There was a girl there. Alone. Defenseless. The hunger overtook him.
When the stake slammed into his chest, his screams echoed mockingly around him until his lips turned to dust.
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You'd think, since I wrote the original in January, that I'd remember why I went with this topic and PoV. Don't though. Driving me nuts, too, but that's a short trip.
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Nice drabble from the other perspective.
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