Break the Chains

Can you imagine a world trapped by evil? I can. Let me tell you what I see.

The boy ran, eyes tearing up at the wind. But his legs were short and the footsteps following were fast. Soon all he heard was his heartbeat. Thud, thud. He tried to slow his breathing. Thud, thud. He tried to force his body to move faster. Thud. An arm circled him and he was thrown to the ground, teeth cutting into his lip like the gravel cutting into his knees.

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Gloved hands tossed the corpses into a barrel. One thousand, one thousand and one… these buggers died like flies. Another man carted the bodies away to a dump outside. Two hours later their replacements arrived. Neither man looked back at the sign: ‘Premier Eggs: Factory Farm’. Just another day at work.

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Flickering lights pronounced the dead, the dying, the ones who could still be helped. A group of friends slouched before it, chatting and laughing. From somewhere in the sea of hands, one grabbed the remote. He changed the channel. Who needs adverts, after all?

Can you imagine a world trapped by evil? I can. So let’s break the chains.



Word Count: 200
Prompt: Trapped by Evil