The Green Stars sang

PLAYBALL! Red bodies smash into green. Dirt on sweat running over dried blood smeared on holding arms and kicking legs. Muscles tense, bodies buckle and helmets crash. Mouthpieces breath in sweat, metal and spit. A command breaks the heavy echo of each man’s fight and bodies heave! Crushed into darkness, breath in the anger and the salt on leather. Hands search, grab, tear, want. COME APART! Hungry lungs gasp the cold air. PLAYBALL! Green bodies smash into red. Fight to survive. To the victor the spoils. The final whistle pierces the air; and that night the Green Stars sang.


-Mark van Vuuren

(This is a creative exercise whereby one has 99 words to describe a theme)