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The Courtroom – Friday Fiction In Five Sentences

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My grip on the armrest was so hard that my knuckles must have turned white.

Anger boiled inside me like a witch’s cauldron barely containing itself and the loud voices of other people in the room sounded like a roaring babble in my head.

I refused to believe the verdict that had just been handed out, but the smirk on his lips and the sneer in his eye’s said it all as I looked at him with burning intensity.

Justice has just let the man who abused and violated me walk away free; in fact, the defense counsel tarred and feathered my image till I could barely recognize the strumpet that they portrayed me to be.

It’s not over! Not by half a mile! I have a plan and he won’t know what hit him like a ton of bricks.

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A wordsmith with a vivid imagination, an eager mind and a burning desire to carve out tales. As I journey with my muse to that land of all possibilities and self discovery, I hope my personal evolution will serve as a beacon of inspiration for anyone who chooses to stop by.

17 thoughts on “The Courtroom – Friday Fiction In Five Sentences”

    1. Hello Neel,

      Just read your comment ‘cos I was off my system all through yesterday. It’s not a challenge run by anyone – just an idea that I’ve been toying with and writing short fiction on Friday. We could tag together and see what we can make out of your thought. Let me know what you think.

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I love it when you decorate my heart with your words..