Mama's Killings: A Short Story

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The cry of a wounded horse and the screeching of a wild boar shrilled the moonless night as a child cowered behind an oak tree.

"Mama." whimpered the child. Her feeble body, from her wild strawberry blonde hair to the tips of her bare toes were caked with dried mud and ash. Her sore arms and weary legs were enveloped with small gashes, droplets of blood slowly sliding down her pale skin. You couldn't imagine that this same child, just a few short hours ago was sound asleep, lying peaceful on a small patch of hay. A thin blanket wrapped around her delicate frame. But like I said, that was just a few hours ago. The child sniffled silently, clinging her chipped fingernails onto the rough bark of a tree she was using for shelter. …show more content…

While she hid by the trees she peered through the thick branches at the Soldats- what she had decided to call them-as they terrorized her people. They tore down their wagons with axes and flames and butchered their cattle. But that's not what teriffied the child, to the point where cold sweat rain down her forehead and the sensation to vomit overwhelmed her. It was the killings, yes the killings. The Soldats swung their pointed swords deep into the people's chest as their blood soaked the dying grass. Men and women, not even the children were spared of their mighty weapons. The limps of the dead catered the ground as the survivors tried flee.

A blow of an explosion shook the ground as the child slipped farther into the forest. She had never faced something of this magnitude. Nothing even close to the occurring events. The most she'd ever had to worry about was whether Mama would let her play outside with the rest of the six year olds.

The girl felt nauseated and confused, this has become too complicated for her to understand. She terribly wish for this be just a bad dream. That she would wake up on her small stack of hay by her fathers soft touch, gently stroking her fair hair. But the world was cruel to the child, it had already decided the fate of the girl so long ago. A snap of a fallen twig brought the child back into the world of reality. She was violently shaking, her teeth chattering uncomfortable.

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