Thursday, February 23, 2017

100 Words a Day 1031

The metal beast lumbered across the battlefield, torso whirling and sending barbed chains whipping through the air. An unending wail issued from the thing’s misshapen head, sharing its torment with all who could hear. When it finally made contact with the enemy, it’s torturous drone was joined by a chorus of pain and fear.

The sounds of death sent a wave of glee through the living machine and it began striding forward, moving with purpose where before it had simply wandered, wanting nothing more than to add as many voices as possible to the concert of suffering it had begun.  

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