Gallot
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Last published Sun, Nov 26, 2017
Gallot (I don't know how that's pronounced. If I were to guess I would say it almost rhymes with mellow) is a weird sort of dude. He knows things, Gallot does, deep things. I never really understood him.
This is a short story. It is only 1,200 odd word long, which is about three A4 pages. 99p/99c is the cheapest I could make it. It is a snack for the mind.
I must have written it in a drunken stupor one night and forgot all about it. I have no recollection of writing it. The file was created in August 2017 and I came across it a few days ago while I was clearing up my desktop of the many many files that lay strewn across it.
I think I was having an existential crisis at the time. I remember that! Man, that was a weird time.
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The strip of leather made contact with the skin on my back. The burning pain soared and I had to grit my teeth so no noise came out. I've lost count. I can't even remember the number of times he has brought the whip down onto my back. The burning sensation cooled and for a few seconds I thought the torture had finished but my thoughts soon came crashing down. Instead of being mauled by the whip, I heard a crunch as the bones in my torso were crushed by a heavy booted foot kicking me in the side. I grunted in pain. I had been in this cell for God knows how long and it was now probably some time in the evening. "Trying to be clever are we?" His voice booms out, his voice makes me flinch. "That's what you think smart ass. But I was trying to protect her." I replied back. I shouldn't have said that because moments later I'm kicked again in the side; this time so hard that I can feel a rib sink into one of my lungs. I fly towards the opposite wall in the cell, landing on my back. The specks of dirt and dust dig into the deep cuts on my back making me suck in a quick breath. I grunt and try to get up onto my feet but I feel a firm grip on the base of my neck. Before I know it, my feet are no longer touching the ground and I'm struggling for air. This is it. I'm dying. It's all over. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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