01-03-2010, 08:45 PM
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Poor Emwe indeed! xD Word Count: 494 - SoSuWriMo
childhood repression: an expert at work
She continued to laugh at him, and his face continued to burn with shame. His eyes diverted from her form, he tried to maintain some dignity. Don't cry, don't cry! It was hard, but the lump in his throat gradually disappeared as he fought it with every possible means he had. The one leg still burned after she had tried to free it, and the lump seemed to be winning for a moment when she said she would have to cause more pain to it. She pulled on one rope and started chewing on it, and as she did he felt a tightening of the rope around his leg. It felt as if it was going to be ripped off! A moment of panic took him and he moved his other leg desperately, only to cry out in pain as his movements caused the ropes to tighten further. It felt as if every muscle in his body was slowly dying from the strain of trying to prevent the elevated leg to take some of his weight, not to mention that the leg in the midst of this tangle was throbbing fiercely. He whimpered, and while the female chewed he simply stared at the ground and fought the tears that threatened to take hold of him. He was soon an adult - he would not cry! Besides, the way she laughed at him, she would probably throw a laughing fit if he did, and that would be the end of the last ounce of pride he still had left.
The rope gave way, and she moved around him to move other parts of the rope. The sheer pressure from the rope on his leg seemed to lessen a little, and he could almost lean on it. It was still quite painful, but he felt a rush in it, as if his energy was flowing back into that part of the body. In reality, the feeling was his bloodflow returning to a closer-to-normal state, but he had never thought about such things. He knew creatures had blood in them, but the idea that it might be circulating inside the body was far-fetched, even for his head. Nope, that was definetely life rushing back into his leg. Looking back at the female, his eyes were no longer rimmed with tears. So, the pain was eased, yet still present. And he was still stuck big-time. "That's better, it's not as painful now. But it is still pretty stuck..." He tried to move it as if to show her how much it was stuck, and seeing as his movement was restricted quite a lot he had made his point. Now that he looked at her, his face started burning again, and he looked away. The ground was a good place to fix his eyes, really. It was so interesting, what with all the... twigs and stuff. His pride was bruised, but there was no way he would admit it!
She continued to laugh at him, and his face continued to burn with shame. His eyes diverted from her form, he tried to maintain some dignity. Don't cry, don't cry! It was hard, but the lump in his throat gradually disappeared as he fought it with every possible means he had. The one leg still burned after she had tried to free it, and the lump seemed to be winning for a moment when she said she would have to cause more pain to it. She pulled on one rope and started chewing on it, and as she did he felt a tightening of the rope around his leg. It felt as if it was going to be ripped off! A moment of panic took him and he moved his other leg desperately, only to cry out in pain as his movements caused the ropes to tighten further. It felt as if every muscle in his body was slowly dying from the strain of trying to prevent the elevated leg to take some of his weight, not to mention that the leg in the midst of this tangle was throbbing fiercely. He whimpered, and while the female chewed he simply stared at the ground and fought the tears that threatened to take hold of him. He was soon an adult - he would not cry! Besides, the way she laughed at him, she would probably throw a laughing fit if he did, and that would be the end of the last ounce of pride he still had left.
The rope gave way, and she moved around him to move other parts of the rope. The sheer pressure from the rope on his leg seemed to lessen a little, and he could almost lean on it. It was still quite painful, but he felt a rush in it, as if his energy was flowing back into that part of the body. In reality, the feeling was his bloodflow returning to a closer-to-normal state, but he had never thought about such things. He knew creatures had blood in them, but the idea that it might be circulating inside the body was far-fetched, even for his head. Nope, that was definetely life rushing back into his leg. Looking back at the female, his eyes were no longer rimmed with tears. So, the pain was eased, yet still present. And he was still stuck big-time. "That's better, it's not as painful now. But it is still pretty stuck..." He tried to move it as if to show her how much it was stuck, and seeing as his movement was restricted quite a lot he had made his point. Now that he looked at her, his face started burning again, and he looked away. The ground was a good place to fix his eyes, really. It was so interesting, what with all the... twigs and stuff. His pride was bruised, but there was no way he would admit it!