This Is a Test

Avatar Author: Xanathael A songbird singing sweetly in a gilded cage. Not so much gilded as rusted. And not so much sweetly as howling in rage. Also, perhaps less a bird and more like a mountain lion/hippo/alligator thing. Still , caged though. Read Bio

“Wrong answer.”

The white slipper drove into my side.

“We had a deal. Everybody dives.”
“Everybody but you.” Another kick, a soft snap inside me.
“We voted. Didn’t we vote, Buckley?” Buckley nodded, his shaved head bobbing slowly up in down.
I didn’t.”

Aaron flashed his perfect smile at me, his eyes distant and cold. He kicked me again, I managed to take most of it with my arm. “You don’t count.”

“I’m sorry, okay? It was too easy, I thought there would be more.”
“Easy? You know what’s easy?” There was no answer I could give that wouldn’t bring another blow. “Getting from second to first.” He looked around before placing his knee on my windpipe, and Buckley took a half step towards him before thinking better of it.

“You’re heading out allright. Today. That’s what you want, right? That’s what we all want, right?” I slapped at his leg, but he took no mind, pressing down even harder. “All you had to do was slip a little.”

“Aaron, h-he’s fading, man.”

“So? We’re all fading. He’s just going first.”

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  1. Avatar jesteram

    They act like deadly bullies at any school, but the white slipper gives me pause. Where are they? Very well done.

  2. Avatar ALRO613 (LoA)

    Really great dialog here. Very much my kind of story – and a style of writing that I complete associate with!

    Great stuff…

  3. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    a test at a facility, no you said institution.. and they get out sooner with higher scores.. and his was perfect.. yeah I read it, but I’m not getting the whole picture. Where are they? What is the meaning of their incarceration? I love the paragraph about being the outsider and going against the grain in the first ficly. It was very well-written!

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