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The sharpened rib jutted from the guard's throat; the wound spewing blood like a spigot.
The shaggy, wilted thing that had once been Grayson Nettles, hunkered in the corner.
He hadn't anticipated the light of the hallway being so damned bright!
"Fixed'im!" he muttered, rocking on his blood-spattered haunches.
The world waited outside the doorway, beckoning him to come and show the evolution of his being, but that blasted light!
His milky eyes teared with each glance at his awaiting freedom.
"Soon," he moaned, his hand shading his face.
Footsteps sounded in the hall; he readied himself to spring.

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    Peter Muscutt almost 6 years ago

    Nice imagery there - this guy sounds dangerous (Grayson Nettles - not the author!!)

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    Jason Mott almost 6 years ago

    Ha, I wondered why the name came so easily! No, not the author.

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    Kate Gowers almost 6 years ago

    The allegory of the cave?

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    Jason Mott almost 6 years ago

    @mattygroves, Interesting insight, though I have to admit that I had to look up your reference. I've never read 'The Republic'.

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