Writing Prompt: 12-26-2014
Origin: “Forsaken,” by Adele Lorienne. I know neither this artist nor her other paintings, so if you look her or them up, beware. Beware, O people, for monsters lurk in places you may not suspect.
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The sword was already melting in to nonexistence, and that’s how Iairus knew he was dying. The last moments, they had finely come.
He leaned against the plant at his side, extending the sword, not even trying to keep it together. How had the gods have let this happen?
A man appeared over the distant rise and Iairus heard a gasp at the pool of blood at his feet.
The last thing that Iairus saw was the man running for him, then the world faded into blackness.
This is a nice little story snippet, Bill! Did you mean “How could the gods have let this happen?”? Also, I noticed that on the 5th sentence, you said, “A man appeared over the distant rise, and Lairus heard a gasp at the pool of blood at his feet.” That makes it sound a little bit like the pool of blood at his feet is gasping. 😛
I’m glad I got to read this. Thank you for taking the time to write it and post it on here!