The crowd roared with bloodlust. One of the contestants was writhing and wailing in pain on the ground. He clutched his wrist and blood gushed out like fire hydrant from a stump where his hand used to be. His opponent raised his bloody machete and roared with the crowd.
There were huts built from metal sheets and plywood erected around the arena; they served as betting centers and food stalls, selling roasted skinned cats and dogs. People came to put their hard earned credits and food to bet on their favorite fighters.
A group of men were watching the fight from the top floor of an old glass and metal tower. People used to call it the twin towers but the other one was already in ruins. The half top of it collapsed during the Great War. One of the men grinned, knowing his people are happy with the entertainment.
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150 Words Horror Micro Fictions
Horror150 words horror flash fiction set in Malayasia and other places. Daily updates. You can use my stories as prompts but please don't plagiarize words for words. Don't forget to mention me and put this link into your stories. Writing only 150 words fo...
