Writing+Prompt+-+May+5th

=__//**Writing Prompt of the Week:**// Tension__= Write a story/poem/whatever revolving around tension.

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 * __Blood...__**

So warm, so bright, so... happy. The smear seemed to grin up at him from the floor, and well, in the state he was in, it's not far to imagine that he grinned back. How he just wanted to sleep. To embrace the fatigue, the exhaustion, to glide down through the floor where they could not bother him. They were chanting something, he didn't quite understand it. Why couldn't they stop? Or did they want to? He perceived it as one of life's great mysteries why people can't leave each other be. To sleep. NO! His mind screamed, and he knew he was on his knees. He stood up. and echoed the profound revalation verbally. "NO!" he roared at his opponent, laughing with his friends over in the corner, with the occaisional point and goad. The ring of spectators went silent. His opponent strode over to him with a flimsy facade of confidence, rank with indignance. The opponent swung for the head. So slow, he thought, slow enough to duck under and restrain that over confident arm behind his back. He put the shallow, posing, bastard's nose into a locker. They were too late to break it up. But still the teachers took him away. He didn't care, he was proud. He'd taught one more asshole not to pick fights. This was his service to Man today. To bring the belligerent humility.