The Black League-Creative Writing

So I decided to share a bit of random creative writing that I’ve been fooling around with for a while. I’m not exactly sure where I’m going with it, but it’s fun to write so far. Let me know what you think!

The Black League

It was so dark that Reese could not see anything in front of him. His other senses did their best to compensate for his lack of sight. He could tell from the constant jarring contact that someone was directly in front of him and that someone was behind him, stepping constantly on his heels. He could hear whimpering and sniffling from the other children with him, and he could smell that someone had wet his or her pants in fear.

But the predominant smell that attacked his nostrils was the stench of old blood and rotting meat. It turned his stomach, and he tried not to vomit on whomever was in front of him. He heard someone retch behind him, and he knew that if that person threw up, he was sure to follow suit. His kidnappers had not given any orders when they stole him from his bed, but he had a feeling that they did not want him expelling the meager contents of his stomach all over the floor.

More than anything, he wanted to know where Lucas was. His twin brother had been sleeping in the bed next to him, but Reese could not remember for the life of him if he had been dragged out of bed as well. Was he still sleeping soundly? Had one of the kidnappers slit his throat? Or was he somewhere in this line of filthy orphans?

Reese wanted to call his name, but he had a feeling that that kind of behavior would not be tolerated. He hoped he could wake up. All he wanted to do was wake up in bed and realize that this was all a dream. He was with his brother, and his parents were still alive. If only that was the reality.

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