STORY STARTER

Submitted by Margarita Blimm

"So, who’s going to die today?"

Write a story that begins with this question.

The Executioner

“So, this is who’s going to die today?” He said. The light glinting off his iron clad sword. The binds on my wrist rub my skin raw as I try to get myself free. Hot tears prick my face as I stare into my executioners eyes.

“Please father, have mercy,” I begged. His eyes looked at me with disgust. The hatred that painted his face was apparent, his brow was tilted downward and a sharp frown tugged at his mouth.

“There is no mercy for you, filthy witch. You had chosen your path, a path that has strayed far from God’s.” He said, malevolence clearly lacing his voice. I screamed.

And screamed.

Screamed until my vocal cords could no longer make a single noise. The executioner looked into my eyes. They did not speak of hatred, they were filled with remorse. I remember the memories. The memories of us sitting in the soft green grass, the memories of me reading a book in a tree and him down below practicing with his sword on a straw dummy.

His rugged hands running up and down my arm as I layed in his lap, rambling on and on about my latest spells, and potions.

“Please, don’t do this,” I pleaded.

“I’m sorry, Miranda. But it is what the father decreed.” He raised his sword above his head. The last sounds I heard before my end were not that of loved ones surrounding my death bed, but that of roaring crowds chanting hurtful slurs and words.

“I love you,” I said, as he swung his sword and the death overcame me.

Tbh I’m not rlly like super proud of this but I’m pretty tired rn lol ❣️

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