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this is the start of the prologue of my book please comment and give me your ideas and thoughts i dont want to procede if its no good. my heartfelt thanks to all those who comment :)



“I remember it well it was a dark night. A light rain was falling. You know the kind of rain that gets you soaking wet without you realising it. I had just returned from the field of battle. Just one soldier amongst the kings grand army. Although grand may well have been an exaggeration. Low food provisions and most of the wounded were just left to die in the field. After we returned to the capitol we cannon fodder were just discarded left to rot in the gutter like rats. Many couldn’t readjust to normal life and ended there lives. Hell I suppose I couldn’t readjust either. I spent most of my days crawling from one tavern to the other. Sleeping in gutters or a brothel if I could afford it. There wasn’t much work for an ex soldier who’s sole job for the last 3 years was killing other men. Most of the 6 weeks after the war are just a blur but not this night, oh no this night is a clear as the finest crystal your drinking out of. On this particular night I was in a small tavern on the city edges. I was selling war stories for drinks of ale as I did many a night. After my sixth drink one of my listeners took offence to me comparing his lady friend to the generals horse. Well a brawl came out of the disagreement. I wont bore you with the details but lets just say only one of us survived that encounter and I found myself locked up in the city dungeon awaiting execution. The day before I was due to be hung I received my only visitor. I can recall her every detail as she walked into my cell as if she was standing before us now. Her body was enshrouded in red velvet that hugged her every curve. Her skin was as white as the snow that covers the mountains. She lowered her hood revealing dark purple lips that make you just want to kiss them. Long blonde hair, but what drew you in most about her was her eyes those deep crimson eyes. One look and you lost yourself in them. She could make men throw themselves on there swords with a single look. Many a night I would spend hours just staring into them. But alas I’m getting away from myself forgive me. She spoke to me with the softest voice. Telling me that she had been there in the tavern and had admired how I had handled a younger sober man when stone drunk. She explained how she had been in every tavern I had been on the exact same night as I had been for the past 4 weeks. She told me she had been captivated by my stories from the first moment she had seen me. I ran my fingertips through her hair and I still remember the ecstasy it filled me with to this date. She whispered to me not to be afraid of what tomorrow would bring. She leant in moving her mouth closer to my ear and whispered how she loved me. Her lips pressed against mine and I couldn’t help but give myself to the kiss. She held me close her hands around my back her lips on my neck. Then came the pain for a split second all I wanted to do was scream but then the urge died away. And all slipped into darkness. Then next day I awoke to the guard kicking my leg. I had sworn it had been a dream and what I dream it had been. I was led to the gallows and the crowd cursed and spat on me. As I was led up to the noose that was soon to adorn my neck. The hangman made a comment about me having been bitten by rats on my neck during the night. My mind was a blur with memories of that night. Questions flashed through my mind that I knew would never be answered. As the hangman kicks the stool from under my feet my eyes sweep across to a women in the crowd who is not cheering. My eyes meet hers and lock even as the very breathe is chocked from my body. As my feet stop kicking and my vision goes dark a single red tear drips down her perfect porcelain cheek.

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thundara
00:13 Mar 08 2010

this is really good work, well done i like it . :)

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