Five-Minute fiction - 00:06-00:11
Hammers fell, clanging hard against the iron spikes embedded in the stone. Sweat glistened on the slaves brows as they worked their bodies under the baking sun. Men collapsed and died, some of thirst, some of hunger, many from sheer exhaustion. They worked, toiled, always under the watchful eyes of the Pentats, monolithic obelisks that saw all and heard all, and dispensed justice with a swift, brutal efficiency.
Gavin Hullkirk, for he was still able to remember his name, hefted the heavy hammer onto his shoulder and gripping the shaft tightly swung it down. His body ached, the muscles in his shoulders and back screamed with the effort, but the stone, having been beaten, relented and cracked apart. Gavin, took a step back and let the hammers head thud into the ground as the two other men, tasked with retrieving the broken stones, shuffled forward
Hammers fell, clanging hard against the iron spikes embedded in the stone. Sweat glistened on the slaves brows as they worked their bodies under the baking sun. Men collapsed and died, some of thirst, some of hunger, many from sheer exhaustion. They worked, toiled, always under the watchful eyes of the Pentats, monolithic obelisks that saw all and heard all, and dispensed justice with a swift, brutal efficiency.
Gavin Hullkirk, for he was still able to remember his name, hefted the heavy hammer onto his shoulder and gripping the shaft tightly swung it down. His body ached, the muscles in his shoulders and back screamed with the effort, but the stone, having been beaten, relented and cracked apart. Gavin, took a step back and let the hammers head thud into the ground as the two other men, tasked with retrieving the broken stones, shuffled forward