This won't be as long as my others but i wanted to show the side of stories you don't usually read as it detracts from the action. (p.s. thanks to 'El Bownes' for the idea of where to go next)
Also to the right is another link to a friends Rpg site. All are welcome to join and its free. Just design your character and get going. I'm on there under my usually 'Citizen Williams' guise. Hope to see you on there.
Danyla sobbed in the quiet dark of the bedroom. Her face was shrouded in the mask of mourning, so none could see her tears nor the red marks that streaked her face. The body of her husband lay in the next room on the table, his neck twisted a sickening angle.
The guilds hired muscle of house Mari had cleared the house of all valuables, her husband had been a good man but now he was dead and that meant she was destitute. The local harima had coem to see her already, adding to her tears, for she was young and not unattractive and he could get a good price foir her body. She moved to the kitchen of her cosy little town apparment a took a thick bladed knife from the rack.
No one was around to hear the sharp gasp as the blade pierced her flesh and no one heard the grate of metal on bone or the whimper as she fell to the floor. The blood pooled around her, drowning the tear she'd let fall to the floor, in an ocean of crimson.
1 comment:
Nothing beats suicide by pretty girls to bring you back into the world of well written literature!
- Do you think that suicide, or self hurting pieces are so good by virtue of their style, or by their subject matter?
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