100 Words - Abandoned

 

Forgive my failings, my follies and my offenses. I seek mercy. I’m only human. I was young. I didn’t know better. Every night I pray for forgiveness. Every night the voices in my head say no.

I wander the abandoned streets seeking justice, revenge, peace or whatever I can find to break myself out of the bleakness that inhabits my soul. Failing again.

There is a woman out there somewhere. I’ll know her when I see her. She will love me, but she will not love me. There is no redemption in her arms. I’ll have none for her either.

100 Words - Dictator

 

With a minimal amount of effort, Raul could have been a great dictator. He had the education, attitude and charisma. Most importantly, he had the empathy of a metamorphic rock. Other people existed to serve, and in many cases, worship him.

He would pace in his tower lair, AKA attic apartment, and plot his rise to power on a series of vision boards covered in little yellow sticky notes he stole from his mother’s office.

Fortunately for the world, even minimal effort was too much to expect from Raul. His lethargy was a black hole, absorbing any inkling of work.