Plague of the Black Heart

New story opening.

The crudely crafted noose held firm even as the bough bent with the weight and the manic throes of my dying body.  My executioners, already bored with my dance, had moved on to some other activity that may struck their fancy as my village burned.

I watched them leave at the leisure of the twisted rope around my neck.  My movements and  a light breeze periodically turned me around and showed me their retreating backs.

My body was frantic with activity, it’s innate desire to cling to life was working overtime.

In spite of this, my mind was calm.  My final thought as the last of my breath escaped me was of revenge.

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  1. 4L150N October 19

    The opening is great. I’d like to read what comes next ;c) Do you have plans for the rest of it or was this just a brain fart?

  2. Ward December 22 — Post Author

    Totally a brain fart. It felt good to write and was inspired by a book I was finishing…or reading.

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