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priscaTitle: Like a Nightmare
Character: Mr. Smith
Word Count: 200
Prompt: quiet
Finished: 29.01.2022
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Smith leaned back against the old tree, closing his eyes. So quiet, not even the muted sounds the woods always made; no birds were flying through the night, the wind had stopped blowing. Maybe even the world had stopped to turn around.
At the moment he had killed Libby. The woman with the hilarious laughter, who loved music, and dancing. He had trusted her as everyone did. No one had had an uneasy sense, not even Lee, the always distrustful safety deputy of the Mountain.
His wounded arm started to throb even more, and the pain reminded him of the truth. Libby had betrayed all of them. First of all, Jeremiah, the man who had loved her more than anyone else.
Smith had seen endless pain in his eyes when he pulled the lifeless body in his arms, carrying her away to bury her. And the hate. Grim. Mercyless. Ready to bring to an end what Libby couldn't do anymore. Because he had been quicker. Instinct. Pure luck. Maybe God. Who had decided that his time hadn't come yet.
A blood-curdling scream broke the silence, and it took a while to make Smith realize that it was his own voice.
Character: Mr. Smith
Word Count: 200
Prompt: quiet
Finished: 29.01.2022
:::
Smith leaned back against the old tree, closing his eyes. So quiet, not even the muted sounds the woods always made; no birds were flying through the night, the wind had stopped blowing. Maybe even the world had stopped to turn around.
At the moment he had killed Libby. The woman with the hilarious laughter, who loved music, and dancing. He had trusted her as everyone did. No one had had an uneasy sense, not even Lee, the always distrustful safety deputy of the Mountain.
His wounded arm started to throb even more, and the pain reminded him of the truth. Libby had betrayed all of them. First of all, Jeremiah, the man who had loved her more than anyone else.
Smith had seen endless pain in his eyes when he pulled the lifeless body in his arms, carrying her away to bury her. And the hate. Grim. Mercyless. Ready to bring to an end what Libby couldn't do anymore. Because he had been quicker. Instinct. Pure luck. Maybe God. Who had decided that his time hadn't come yet.
A blood-curdling scream broke the silence, and it took a while to make Smith realize that it was his own voice.