War – 100 words.
All his life orbited around it, he entered this world in the middle of a battle between her mother – who claimed he was the son of the almighty god – and his father – a real king but weak compared to that god.
His life was an endless war, trying to bring enemies under his command, strangers under his knowledge and love under the shape of an intelligent man.
War was his life, his strength, his way of living. And here he was, standing side by side with the only man who could only understand that war was also his guilty love.
War and Peace - 100 words
The strong acrid smell filled the air.
He could taste the coppery flavour in his own mouth.
His touch was numb, sticky fingers ran along the large wound on his forearm.
He saw the madness happening in front of his blue eyes: a sea of men fighting men, corpses filling the bloodied battlefield.
The deafening sound of swords cutting flesh, breaking bones and the last sighs of those dying.
And then … a deathly silence. The battle was over, the war was won and he felt to his knees because peace had arrived as well as his time to grieve.
Peace – 100 words.
They finally reached their goals and now it was the time to enjoy, to celebrate, to live.
Thousands of miles were covered, millions of faces they had seen come and gone, tons of new things they had learned and taught to others.
Now, sitting peacefully in their back garden, it was the moment to see all their dreams grow and flourish and give their own fruits.
A loud laugh made them turn their heads and smile, a gorgeous brunette toddler climbed the former blonde's knees and asked:
- "Tell me story about war, grandpa"
- "No" he replied, "Let's talk about peace"