This is just an experimental short story I wrote. I hope you enjoy it!
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~TashWharton88 ;D
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POV ONE
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In the midst of the crumbling stones and invading lichen, in the rubble of the old fortress with the ominous sky threatening rain, I stood. Ancient columns like petrified trees towered around me, jutting into the air, their once heavy burden long collapsed. A cool breeze blew onto my tense face, carrying a light cloud of dust with it, causing my eyes to water. But I ignored it. I did not care for the dramatic setting around me, or for the impossible weariness that pulled me down from days without rest, because he had come.
He stumbled into sight from behind a large boulder, his coughs echoing off the disintegrating stone walls. His eyes were dark like holes drilled into his grimy face, his hair was dusted with white powder from the decaying stones, turning it from pitch black to a dull grey. His skeletal body was hunched and swaying, covered with scratches and bruises from fights before. He was here, finally, he had come. It was about begin, my revenge. As his pitiless eyes scanned me, I saw not the charismatic, bright young boy I used to know, but a shady stranger, riddled with hate and anger. I thought of him not as a person, but as a demon, a thing that must die for peace to settle at last.
We’d been together, back then, we loved each other, and we cared for each other. Inseparable, dreaming of a better and brighter future, of a place where the greedy, useless leaders of this land were brought to justice, and all criminals were put in their place. We had planned this, him and I, along with our friends, we’d worked towards it all our lives, but he became corrupted. I messed up, I was too blind to see what was happening right in front of me, and in that blindness, the leaders took him. They gave him food, money and information, all the while poisoning his mind with delusional thoughts of happiness and equality. They killed him, inside, they turned him into a different person, and I couldn’t bring him back. He betrayed me. He murdered the people who were his loyal comrades, a sword through one’s skull, and a shaft in the other’s back. He destroyed our dreams of peace and prosperity, he broke my heart and now he would pay.
He would pay for his betrayal, he would pay for all the pain, loss and fear he put me through, he would pay for every lie and false hope he gave me before crushing them under his godforsaken boot! He would PAY! And I would make sure that he felt infinite guilt, and that it would suck the very life from his soul. Rage coursed through me as I stared at that traitor, and he stared back at me. This was our final standoff, this was where, one way or another, it would all end.
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Soooooo.... Thoughts? I hope you liked it! Please Comment/Vote/Fan!
Critisism is welcomed, although, please don't go overboard with hate, if you don't like it, tell me that in a constructive way please :)
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~TashWharton88 ;D
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Two Sides
Short StoryOne stand off, two stories... Here is a short story I wrote two represent two sides of the same story. If you know nothing about the character, or the situation they are in, who's the villain, who's the hero?
