Pitch: Tonus: Part 3

The last part. I hope you've enjoyed my gladiator ;P :: This time, before he fully straightens, he lunges with his fists, but I easily dodge them for access to his uncovered back. I can feel the bone bend and crack under my knuckles. He doesn't try to get up, instead he lays on the hot sand and gasps. When I stalk towards him, fear finally settles on his features, sending panic to his scrambling limbs. Crouching, I easily grab a hold of him, grasping his long, thick golden hair in my left fist. He starts to sob, his mouth, once again, opening...

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Dreams That Come Alive

 What have I been up to, you ask? A bloody lot, that's what. I don't know what exactly has plagued me over the last week, but suddenly, every time I shut my eyes, I'm being barraged by vivid characters and their stories.  Every night it's something new. Every night I'm flashing through a life that isn't my own and, instead rules a time different from the next. A dystopian world where metal is murderous. A...

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Pitch: Tune: Part 2

:: A net is fisted in his left hand, and a square, embellished shield in his right. I'm perplexed by the shield and realize it must be a gift, otherwise the weaponry of choice is appalling. The shield glints bright and the shine takes me by surprise. I catch my reflection in the polished surface and don't recognize the tall, dark man covered in blood and scars. Is this what I look like? I hide my disappointment behind a stone face as we approach each other. His eyes sweep over me and I draw myself up hoping to look especially...

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Pitch: Tone: Part 1

JournalWord: Gladiator :: The air always smells and tastes the same: salty and dusty. The screams and gurgles go unheard when I plunge my pilum into the throat of my fallen opponent. Not a sound escapes my own as the spectators scream from the surrounding stands. Dislodging the spearhead from the corpse, I kick at the bloodstained sand underfoot without a glance at the severed neck of the man. Eyes up at my audience instead, I revel at the pulsing reverberation that travels through my chest from the stomping of my fans. A smile approaches...

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