Flash Fiction: Exhausted

Living on as a survivor is not easy in this wretched world.

I have fought countless battles through my life: For glory, for food, for money, and some times for the sheer fun of it.

In my youth I courted war, but as the years passed, my disgust of those who fuelled conflicts began increasing.

Every man that I have ever killed, every instance when I ended a life, sometimes swiftly, cleanly and sometimes slowly; they are still fresh in my memory.

I am exhausted now, awaiting a quick death.

However, my blade still remains hungry for more blood…


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Carrot Ranch April 25: Flash Fiction Challenge

11 comments

  1. And of course, it’s always the blade that’s hungry for blood. Something to do with its tempering, the plunge into human hearts that is the source of the blade’s strength and resilience 🙂

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  2. Maybe it is time to bury the blade. There seems to be some unanswered questions here about the Survivor’s future.

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