[dedicated to my very dear friend, Nicole]
“Down bandit! To your knees!”
Am I not a warrior? Am I not the
scourge of the southeast?
But I fall
to my knees regardless. There’s nothing
left for me. Yes. Ready to die.
He strikes
me. My vision goes dark. Blood spews from my face. And I fall.
Fall to the depths of the pool.
Fall to the depths of the pool.
Please let me die.
She’s
watching, her little hands pressed to her mouth in fear. Tears mark her face.
I love you, she whispers.
Who dares
love me? Who dares beg me not to die?
Live, she cries.
Is love
enough to save me?
Bekah, I love your stories! However they often make me feel in adequate with my writing. Keep up the bar of excellence high!
ReplyDeleteWow, Bekah! that was soooooo great!
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing!
ReplyDeleteAAAH!! I LOVE THIS!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure I know what it is off of..
But seriously, so stinkin good!! I wanted to keep reading it!
(and you seriously make me feel totally inadequate as well... lol!)
Keep up the astounding work.. :)
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