BrothersA Story by UndeadjemI wrote this in my Creative Writing class for our Flash Fiction assignment.
His noble blood on my blade mimicked the stream that flowed down the hill we grew up near like veins. We use to swim in it every week.
The battle around us faded, time adjust itself to our moment; like if a time portal tore open where we stood. His eyes on mine. Our memories flashed through my head. A story being read at the speed of light. Childhood friends until his betrayal. Now I had the honor to kill him. His eyes closed, then mine. His face was the last picture in my head. Was it dignity, or envy? © 2014 UndeadjemReviews
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