Grymm
Lorenzo Von Matterhorn
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Alright this here is the beginning of a short story I'm currently in the process of writing, I'd like to know what you all think of it.
In this world, there is little to hope for.
“Ged a bloody move on ya filfy maggots, we ‘aven’t got all day.” The foreman shouted over the loud hiss of the machinery, in the dimly lit factory, the lantern he held made him look almost demonic. Kray could barely hear the foreman, he was busy watching over the young ones, the orphan’s forced to work their fingers to the bone for a measly meal each day.
“Kray, what they bloody ‘ell do ya fink you’re doin?” Screamed the foreman. “Nothing sir, just keepin’ an eye on the little buggers, never know if they’re nickin’ some of the goods.” Kray hated himself for saying that, he knew that now at least half the boys on the line would be punished for something he’d said to avoid the wrath of the foreman, one Mr. Cornelius Jones.
A lone scruffy looking boy looked up at Kray, a single tear running down his ashen face. Mouthing the words “I’m sorry child” Kray turned away, this place was killing him, everyday he could feel his very soul being torn away from him, but he could do nothing except watch it fade away.
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Slowly Kray peered out of a crack in the door that led out to the courtyard, a boy was being punished with 10 lashes. Kray tried to ignore the screams he was sure could be heard on the other side of Bowerstone, but bit by bit he recognized the child, it was the boy whom Kray had looked down but a day earlier, but now instead of a youthfulness he saw only the corrupt mask of Bowerstone Industrial etched on the boy’s face.
Kray’s gaze slowly moved to the foreman, who took great pleasure in the punishment, his face full of a devilish glee as the whip slashed the child’s skin. “Did you take it?” Mr. Jones asked the boy, only a whimper answered. “Did you take it?” Jones repeated as he drew the whip back again. Kray could now see the bloodied back of the young boy and he felt the urge to vomit slowly rising from his stomach, he tasted the foul, bitter bile on his tongue and then it happened, another crack of the whip and the boy slipped into unconsciousness, Kray was disgusted, how could he have caused this?
. Are you gonna post more?