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Topic: Rage (violent, uncontrolled hatred and anger) (02/05/15)
TITLE: The Arena
By Joyce Sykes
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There were only two men in the center of the arena and yet the air seemed heavy with anticipation. Without warning the one wearing red lunged at his opponent. Yet his opponent easily side stepped the first attack. Time and again the one dressed in red attacked and yet each time he failed to do any lasting damage to the man wearing brown. It was as if something or someone was standing in between them, yet no one else was even near the playing field.
The one in red fought hard and dirty but there were no referees to call him on his plays. It was just him and his hated foe. The crowd stood in anticipation as blow after blow was thrown. The boos became increasingly louder soon drowning out all noises except their shouts. They did not like the odds or the tactics of the man in red. Yet, they could only watch.
Then finally, the man in red landed several blows of epic proportions. He watched his arch enemy fall to the ground, injured and bruised. This fight was over. He pranced around the arena floor, laughing at the sight of his fallen enemy. Then as if in slow motion, a Man walked across the floor and leaned over the fallen man. Silence immediately filled the arena. What was going on down there? What was the man whispering?
Slowly, the fallen man started rising up. He struggled to regain his footing but his head was held high and he had a smile on his face. Battered and bruised and yet as he stood, his wounds began to disappear. By the time he was totally upright, he was whole again. The crowd cheered as one, rejoicing in the sight of the once fallen man. “You got this! You can win the fight,” were just a few of the shouts that filled his ears.
The man in red was outraged. How dare anyone interfere with his battle? He won the battle. Yet, his enemy stood whole. Wait! Wait just a second! The opponent was wearing an old ugly dirty pair of brown shorts. How did he change clothes? There is no way! He was in plain view the whole time. And yet, he stood now in white. Not just any white, but a sparkling, almost blinding white.
UGHHHHHH! His rage of hatred filled the air. It seemed to vibrate throughout the arena. He won this battle and yet, his enemy stood whole and dressed in that pure white. How? How could he lose another bout? He had the upper hand. He was stronger and definitely more devious than this weakling. Hatred filled his eyes to the point that they seemed to gleam as he watched to Man walk back to edge of the arena. His once defeated opponent walked side by side with the Whisperer.
“I lost this one – but I will win the next one for sure! Bring her out – she will be an easy victory! After all, she is already defeated!” Slowly the woman dressed in dingy dirty brown made her way to the center of the arena.
“Let the battle begin!”
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