Short stories👌👌

The night of broken glass

Screams pierce through the air like the needle of a noblewomans' embroidery, as thousands of cowering, contorting shadows shove further into the sparkling, hellish darkness. Mothers, fathers, uncles and aunts manipulate their broken bodies to shield their children, their own flesh and blood, the very essence of their souls.

The sounds of shattering glass spear themselves deep within a plethora of strained ears, causing even the bravest lion to all but whimper in fear and despair.

Chairs and other household items take a deathly plunge from upper floors of ramshackle rooms. Gunshots shred the air, seeking to tear and maim the skin and bone of some poor, heedless person. Men are beaten into a crimson pulp, while uniformed soldiers watch on with a kind of sick fascination, almost fervently.

Engines snarl as terrified people are forced aboard and stolen away into the swirling abyss. Glittering shards of glass engulf the cobblestone paths and roads like a fresh blanket of unmarred snow. It cuts the bodies of everybody into ribbons, leaving soldiers and civilians alike, torn and bloody. No one is safe.

Valuables are taken from every nook and cranny, as if they are free, not freshly stripped off a broken, bloody corpse. The fearful sputters and groans of the trucks fade deep into the midnight sky as bullets methodically destroy the remaining goods and shatter the windows, walls and lives.

Synagogues lay in ruin, flames dancing elegantly from the carnage, pure and bright, a damning beacon amongst a world of pain.

Ghosts of glass and blood, scream and wail, the noise carrying far and wide on the deathly silent night. Eerie and bloodcurdling, ghosts of the past haunting the future. A permanent bloody taint on the modern streets of Germany.

A country that will forever be haunted by the ghosts of glass and blood. The eternal, swirling ghosts of Kristallnacht. The night of broken glass.