Berries
~Zary~
Completed: November 15, 2009
I knew going in that I would never make it out. I was an outcast, a scrawny orphan who'd somehow managed to survive a few years. It was fate, I suppose, to be the one chosen—the one no one wanted. I spared them all.
Still my loss would mean little.
The silly thing is that my ability was perfect for the games. I could thieve without detection, could hide without being seen. My own cleverness impressed myself sometimes.
But in the end, I only outsmarted myself. It's probable they knew nothing of the berries' poison—because they didn't know, I died. I outsmarted them, and, in doing so, fooled myself.
And I died.
The one no one wanted and the one who had spilled so little blood ate the berries.
And the berries turned to blood.
(Note: Tried my hand at a drabble this time.
Definition of a drabble on wikipedia: an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length, although the term is often incorrectly used to indicate a short story of fewer than 1000 words. The purpose of the drabble is brevity and to test the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space.
I failed. One, I did not invoke strong emotion or ideas in that confined space. Two, try as I may, I could not get it at a hundred words. Whoops. Well 135 is pretty good, right?)