9/6/10
Twisted
By Rebecca L. Brown


She was always twisted, always sickened, a quick, slick wit in the thick of it, thrown into the fray the day she was born or torn from the one who bore her. They threw her in, drew her in, she knew they did- hid but they caught her; the man bought her soul wholesale. This is the moment when she snapped, when they tapped into the rage which burned inside her- churned inside her. The felt her crack, turn back towards them afire with ire and fled ahead of the moment which would hold them in it’s folds. She would leave none to grieve; fury had burned the yearning for mercy from her.

Then came the guilt, it spilt from her in tears for the years she had been held down, knocked around, when the ground had been pulled out from under her. Now nothing was left; bereft, she fell to her knees unable to appease the ghosts of most everything.


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Rebecca L. Brown (25) is a British writer. She specializes in horror, SF, humor, surreal and experimental fiction, although her writing often wanders off into other genres and gets horribly lost. Updates and examples of Rebecca’s work can be found on her Twitter page @rlbrownwriter or her blog Bewildering Circumstances (available at http://bewilderingcircumstances.blogspot.com/).
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