Word #246

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Today's word is:  Grenade

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Title: -
Fandom/original: Original
Characters: -
Rating: M for disturbing description
Word count: 141


Wind blew suddenly that he could feel on his face, a hot breath that embraced him whole and pushed him, hard. His feet raised from the ground, he floated. Then fell and hit the ground again, rolling, a million blow reaching him from all sides, merciless.

Screaming and white noise surrounded him, he heard nothing, he heard too much, he thought his head might explode, in this instant he wished it would.

The air was still and heavy with scents, of burned flesh and plastic, it was warm still and it stung to his skin and to his lungs, and it was hard to breathe.

The screaming was crawling from his own throat. It buried its nails in his trachea to make its way out, and with it dragged his lungs, his guts and his heart. He spat them all, and was left empty.