Seven Seconds

I'm not sure...

The score was 24 to 24 with seven seconds left. This was it. If I scored one more point before the time ran out, I would win. I’d win back my family, my home, and my freedom. I looked over to the stands and saw them sitting next to the Emperor. Their faces were filled with pain. Fear lit up their eyes like a roaring bonfire. I could see it from fifty feet away. I turned back to face my opponent. I wiped the blood from my mouth, simply smearing it even more. My body ached, my head pounded, and I’m pretty sure I was seeing double. I had to finish him. I had to come out the victor. We both raised our fists once more. Seven seconds. I could do this. I had to do this. The horn sounded.

Reviews

[Leon C]

Nice story.

You use a punchy style really well (pardon the pun) to give the piece a driving energy. I enjoyed the hints of a greater story without pages of exposition. Just enough to have a sense of what was going on.

You might consider swapping the two last sentences over.
The horn sounded. I had to do this!
Just a thought

Good stuff!

[Alex]

Wow an interesting write. Making my feelings moving side by side with the imagery, creating an intense scene. Nice one, thanks for sharing.

[Deborah G. Adams]

I'm impressed! This makes me think about decisions. Thank you! :)

[Maddie S.]

Wonderfully short, and intriguing.

[McBear]

Very interesting, I loved it!