Other stories that I wrote for white belt contest. Some are more than 100 words because I didn't edit them after writing.

Blood! I touched the red liquid dripping down my nose. I need either to escape this pit or survive till last. I look up to search for an exit. Mentally noting the route, i started running towards it. One guy swung in my way and landed a punch on my face. I jolted back but supported myself with my legs. I raised my leg to smash his face. Then, I ran, dodging all the stones thrown at me. They think I am the culprit behind the massacre. Inorder to prove my innocence, I should escape this arena of death. Otherwise, my whole life is nothing.

Severe pain spread throughout my body due to their continuous stampede. I gave up on God after being accused of comiting massacre. No matter what I defend, I will be killed impudently without any honour. Even after being their General, the king had to blame me, a low birth who proved himself, for his misdoings. My energy completely drained fighting, as I was outnumbered. Feeling defeated and helpless, I looked up for a miracle. If I die now, my whole life is meaning less. There stood princess, holding gun to her head. The king froze and ordered people to stop, immediately. I exhaled a sign of relief and fell unconscious.

Thud! I fell on the ground while trying to escape. It seems, someone pulled my leg. I looked around, it was dark, pitch black. Hearing many wicked and in invisible laughs, fear creeped into me and I let out a loud scream. While panting, I gathered and stood erect. I fell back again as someone pushed me, again. I need to escape this devil's blackhole, to end my misery and save my children. I am all what they have. I have to man up and protect them from society's pressure. A fade light penetrated and eliminated this darkness. Thanking the helper, I ran and ran!