This is where you'll post your responses to the prompts from The Writer's Block.
- Created By The Bard
Unorthodox Methods...Not My Style
The title is very relative to the story I came up with. I drafted it earlier (or at least the beginning) and it came out horrible so I'll try again. ---- This job is so not my style, why'd they have to pick me for it? Puffing o...10 Minutes
AAAAAGGGHHH THIS IS ALL I WROTE IN TEN MINUTES??? IT'S SO SHORT! -sobs- But seriously. Please don't actually feel inclined to read this. It is pretty much not interesting at all. I'm just posting it as proof that I actually did the p...I'll Be Fine
I used to think that one day this would all go away. But now I know--without a shadow of a doubt...That I was set to go this way. And y'know what...I'm not afraid.
My life was always in the midst of trouble; from the time I was a kid, people called me a troublemaker. Did I deck a few people in my lifetime? Who hasn't?
Have I stolen a few things? Okay, yeah I've stolen quite a bit. And come on, who hasn't lied or cussed out someone?
But not many people have killed like I have.
Not many people have caused as much destruction.
And its not like I enjoyed it, I didn't. I knew that what I was doing wasn't right. What's worse is that it didn't just affect the two people involved, it hurt a lot of people...And I mean a lot.
I won't start from day one, but all I will say is that I'm sorry. All of it; from the first heist to that last life that was gone.
And its not like I had much of a choice, either. I'm not usually one to make excuses but I really saw no end to what I was doing. Justice was not seen by these eyes glazed by crime.
Hell, even my family got hurt by all of this. Why couldn't it have just been me, huh? Why does everyone else have to suffer because of me?
Well, since I'm on the way out...I guess I could say that I have less reason to complain anymore.
When to door opened and I heard that bland voice say "You ready to die?" I could barely laugh...
I wasn't afraid.
"One thing is certain about everyone in this world, old man." I said to him.
"And what's that?"
I looked up and I couldn't begin to describe the smile on my face.
"Everybody dies...So why be afraid?"
He lead me away to the site of where I was to take my last breath, among many mean with similar shady pasts as mine...I was read my last rights, told how I was to die, and offered my last words.
Even in death I think that my last words could've made the difference.
Nobody could cry for me, and I couldn't cry for myself.
"Surprisingly enough. I have to say thank you."
I raised some confused looks, and probably a few chuckles. But I'm fine, even with this noose on my neck I'm fine.
Even with the breath leaving my body in a tight painful embrace...I'll be fine.
Even when I'm dead and gone.
I'll be fine.
-END-
Okay I just made this stuff up on the spot.
I am incredibly sorry for missing this! I kept forgetting about it.
But now I hope this compensates for all of that.
-TDE
