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Title: The Dead
Prompt: difficult
fandom:Sophie's Choice
Word Count: 177
Rating: G
No one knows. My shame. My pain. The little fragments that made me what I am. I can share my body but not my soul. It's barren. It has been since that day. My choice.
To have to choose between one or the other. How can someone make that choice. I did. My little angel, for my other little angel.
Why? Why would a person have to make the choice? What kind of world is this?
I understand the concept of the walking dead. I am one. My heart beats yet feels nothing. My soul left. The blood that runs through my veins is frozen.
Every time I hear a child giggle I stop. Close my eyes. Remember. And die again. This world is not fair. To allow monsters to roam and innocents to lay in dark, cold holes.
There is no sense in that.
They say 6 million Jews died. I say they are wrong. Every mother died. Every father. Every child. Every one. We are all dead.
And our silent screams fill the night.
Prompt: difficult
fandom:Sophie's Choice
Word Count: 177
Rating: G
No one knows. My shame. My pain. The little fragments that made me what I am. I can share my body but not my soul. It's barren. It has been since that day. My choice.
To have to choose between one or the other. How can someone make that choice. I did. My little angel, for my other little angel.
Why? Why would a person have to make the choice? What kind of world is this?
I understand the concept of the walking dead. I am one. My heart beats yet feels nothing. My soul left. The blood that runs through my veins is frozen.
Every time I hear a child giggle I stop. Close my eyes. Remember. And die again. This world is not fair. To allow monsters to roam and innocents to lay in dark, cold holes.
There is no sense in that.
They say 6 million Jews died. I say they are wrong. Every mother died. Every father. Every child. Every one. We are all dead.
And our silent screams fill the night.