Heck
One of One
In the midst of dirt and clay kicked up by a scorching dry wind, there stands a shadowy figure in the distance.
A warrior.
The whirlwind of this other world has wearied the hero and pummeled him into shape. Aged by the relentless fighting he has seen, he emerges from the dust. Black eyes, split lip, bruises on his thick arms and legs. A tear in his t-shirt to reveal a bleeding cut where his enemies got the best of him.
His hazel eyes burning, he spits a lugee of blood and spit to the side.
“Darn ‘em,” he utters, raising his trusty baseball bat above his head, “darn ‘em all to heck.”
A warrior.
The whirlwind of this other world has wearied the hero and pummeled him into shape. Aged by the relentless fighting he has seen, he emerges from the dust. Black eyes, split lip, bruises on his thick arms and legs. A tear in his t-shirt to reveal a bleeding cut where his enemies got the best of him.
His hazel eyes burning, he spits a lugee of blood and spit to the side.
“Darn ‘em,” he utters, raising his trusty baseball bat above his head, “darn ‘em all to heck.”
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I'm not exactly sure where this came from. I just know I've had the phrase "darn 'em all to heck" stuck in my head for the past few days and then this happened this morning.This is also the shortest thing I think I've ever written. XD