“Find me
somebody to love.”
Henry VIII*
#quote
Heading to the
Salmon Dinner (Lion's Club charity event) with family today, which is
why I'm posting this a bit early. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Kitten
Bloodbath
Kitten Khan sat
on his war chihuahua and gazed over the horizon to see the enemy
lands. His tough, carpet armor covered his lush white fur. His eyes
were a beautiful blue that held an ugly cold feeling in them. He
turned his head to kitten armies behind him. “My foes have wronged
me and not sent their yearly tribute. Kill all of the enemy kittens
except for three from each village so they may live to tell the tale
and teach others not to cross me.”
And so Kitten
Khan's armies descended, drawing their blades. Their weapons plunged
into and through the flesh of other kittens throwing blood into the
air. Green grass turned red and the houses and the armies among the
screams not a single life was valued besides the solider's own. They
didn't care about the pain of their victims, but they were happy that
they got to keep all the kitten toys they found in the homes of their
victims; even if they would have to clean the blood off first. They
left witnesses alive just as they were ordered, and those witnesses
were left with nightmares.
Kitten Khan
participated in the combat, and his white fur was covered with the
blood of his enemies. He rode his war chihuahua away and sheathed his
dirtied sword. Next he needed to pay the kittens of the northern
lands a visit, he intended to conquer them awhile ago but never got
the chance.
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