Prompt from April 4: Four Lines of Prose about Something That is Shattered

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[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]

The hammer had weighed at least the same as me, the man wielding it putting twice the force behind the hunk of metal and wood. I could still feel the aftermath of the crash into my legs, mixed in with all the pain of splintered bone and crushed muscles.

They thought they could break me by taking away my legs, but these primitive Starrgyns don’t know of the power arms can generate. I bite my lip against the pain, struggle to sit up, and nock my arrow onto my bow.

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