Hunger
He held a tight grip on the haft of his dull gladius in his right hand, his spike adorned helmet in his left. His heart pounded, echoing the sound of the crowd, their stomping and thunderous cheers. His chest covered in oil meant to make his body gleam and shine in the open sun as it beat down on him making his scarred frame of past events more exposed. This was his day, he lifted the helmet and placed it on his head, and he had a hunger to hear the masses erupt in victorious merriment and to prove those who wished to see his blood groan in rage. He saw the open gate across the arena, just as the four hundred pound lion stepped into the sun and glared at the crowd, then to him, the beast had the same appetite.
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Steven Paul Watson, Author 
Oh man that is so good! Gladiators rule 🙂
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Really enjoyed the atmosphere you built in this and like the image: “his scarred frame of past events”. That could apply to many of us in many contexts.
One little thing, hope its okay to mention, you probably meant ” This was his day…” as opposed to 'is'.
Always like your entries because you bring in worlds that I don't know but that I enjoy visiting. Thanks Steven!
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Awesome job with hunger! 'the beast had the same appetite' leaves me wanting to know what happens next. Nice 🙂
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Thanks! And thanks for the comments! This one was tough as I went through several ideas before I came to this.
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An intense scene that seems to be building up for some more “hungry” events! I love it! Your descriptions flow very nicely and leaves me wanting more.
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That was a very original take on the prompt, and I loved every minute of it! Great descriptive writing!
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Egad…I was there!! Well done!
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Brilliant writing!
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Good stuff, compelling reading, well done 🙂
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Thank you all!
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