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The Guillotine

March 23, 2011
By XandraAle BRONZE, Cheesequake, Delaware
XandraAle BRONZE, Cheesequake, Delaware
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Favorite Quote:
I beseech you, punish me not with your hard<br /> thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny<br /> so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let<br /> your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my<br /> trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one<br /> shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one<br /> dead that was willing to be so: I shall do my<br /> friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me, the<br /> world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in<br /> the world I fill up a place, which may be better<br /> supplied when I have made it empty.


The guillotine’s blade slashed through the still air. The silent whoosh of the blade falling pierced through the silence that filled the cold, dark room. Kneeling helplessly, hands and head strapped in, I began to imagine the unimaginable. I knew there was going to be pain. The blade kept falling. But I kept my eyes open, kept my eyes locked with his. In my last moments, I stared into the never ending depths of his dark soul. His unmoving, dark eyes stared straight back at me. The muscles in my jaws were taut. I snarled at him one last time through my clenched teeth. And with the final, gentle sound of the air being slashed through…the guillotine closed the short distance between my neck and its razor sharp blade…
And that’s when I woke up.


The author's comments:
Something I wrote in my own time. Not my best work, it was done a few years ago. Enjoy.

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