Here’s a small flash fiction piece at exactly 100 words. This is inspired by a scene in my current work in progress, Duskchild.
Alloran awoke in a sudden rush of awareness, pain blossoming from what seemed to be every part of his body at once. The pain reminded him of his younger days, back when he’d been little more than a slave to his uncle. The beatings then had hurt as bad as anything he’d known.
This was worse though. Much worse.
Localized in his arms, but radiating out to every part of his body, the pain cascaded through him with the force of a mighty gale. He opened his eyes, noticing the three gemstones embedded in each arm.
Death would’ve been better.