Urquhart leveled his pistol and fired, killing one of the ghouls at such immediate range that it left the twitching fiend cloven from mind to maw. Again, the captain aimed, but took no second shot. The crunch of his forearm, shattered from the blow of a cudgel, removed him utterly from the fray. Pain blurred his vision, but pitilessly enough to grant him witness to the site of his sailors being overrun. A great horror unfurled; men were unpieced and robbed of their rubbery skins; sharpened sticks fished meat from opened bellies; the ground went slick. Flesh was coiled in glistening ribbons; the wails of twenty men quieted. And, in that final moment, before the shadowy curtain of consciousness fell upon the Captain William Urquhart, he watched Jim Moody beg for mercy, as his chattering head was unscrewed. 

 

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Comment by Kristine_ES on November 18, 2011 at 9:01am

ack! men unpieced and robbed!  wonderful awful!

Comment by Teresa on November 16, 2011 at 6:05pm

No unnecessary words.  Your writing always has punch.  I felt myself carried away in the swift current of action.  Well done. 

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