Trifecta Prompt – Crude – (warning – violent content)


So it’s been a little while since I’ve written anything.  A lot of stuff going on and I was honestly just a bit of a breather over the summer.  Let’s get back to it shall we.  

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I watched them hack him into pieces that no longer looked like they came from a human and shove them into their mouths.  Their tools were crude misshapen gouges of nearly black iron, and I knew by the grunts that accompanied their thrashing blows that they were not sharp.  The jagged metal was tearing more than it was slicing.

The sky-blue lines that decorated the nearly flat and featureless faces of the creatures were now purple through the sheen of fresh blood.  From this short distance I could now see that what I thought to be armor before, were merely bony plates that stood out from beneath their rough skin.  They wore hanging decorative pieces–pieces of metal and bone matted in the gore.

They did not speak to one another, but simply squatted and crawled around the bodies, lashing out with their weapons, teeth, or tearing fingers.

The largest of them, the one I assumed was their leader had pulled one of the carcasses off to the side for itself.  I squinted from the shadowy corner I had tucked myself into and made out McGregg’s green handkerchief and grimaced as something that resembled sorrow flitted across the very edge of my shattered consciousness.   She always wore that damned thing around her left bicep.

“Hey, McGregg!  Why do you always wear that puke green shit on your arm?”  I asked her while we were suiting up to head down to this hunk of rock.

“It’s from home.”  She looked down and smacked the bandanna with her right hand.  “My dad used to keep it in his back pocket when he was out on missions.  It’s good luck!”

I watched the blue-lined creature tear her left arm from its socket and greedily shove the ragged hunk of flesh into its mouth.  He spit out the green bandanna and went back to his task. My hand clung to the empty holster at my hip as I watched it tear her to pieces.

Word Count: 330

Ok.  So that turned out a little more brutal and a little darker than I thought it would.  But it is what it is.  Sorry for anyone that I freaked out with this one.  

This is from a trifecta prompt.  Here’s the prompt.

CRUDE
1: existing in a natural state and unaltered by cooking or processing <crude oil>
2 archaic : unripe, immature
3: marked by the primitive, gross, or elemental or by uncultivated simplicity or vulgarity <a crude stereotype>
4: rough or inexpert in plan or execution <a crude shelter>
5: lacking a covering, glossing, or concealing element :obvious <crude facts>
6: tabulated without being broken down into classes <thecrude death rate>
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6 thoughts on “Trifecta Prompt – Crude – (warning – violent content)

  1. You have to get up a little earlier to freak me out, my friend! NIce take on the sole-survivor pov. Always interesting to watch the aftermath of a battle from the losing side’s perspective. Plenty of danger still exists, even though the battle scene appears to be over. All in all, well done. I love red meat so, your story satisfied my lust for flesh very nicely. Thanks. 😉

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