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Paris, France, 1793. A man has been convicted of several crimes, that he didn't commit. His name was Jaques Perry. He to tell the authorities, but none had listened and was sentenced to death. The poor man wouldn't sleep. His mind was revolved around, what was going to happen. He didn't want to think that, but it just come right to him. He had barely eaten or slept still. So one would still believe him. Long minutes, hours, and days past...and then that fateful day came, where he would say goodnight...forever. The authorities barged into his house and dragged him, he didn't resist for he was to tired and weak. They took him to the town square, and waiting for him there, was a guillotine, covered in blood stains, proving it was the ultimate death instrument. He stared upon his brutal punishment, and didn't say a word. They strapped him in and, he stared upon the towns people, watching, and waiting, some crying, others watching in amusement. Now the moment of dispair. Just as the order to drop the blade was given, the poor man, not having slept in days, had fallen asleep. When he awoke he found himself in dark-realm of nothing all around him, he called out, "Hello?!, Anybody!?" There was no answer. He looked around, and in the distance he saw a figure. It didn't seem to notice him as it was walking. He ran over to what seemed to be human. he said, "Where is this place?" The figure turned around and stared at him. What he saw was no human, it was an angel that fell out heaven and was the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He gazed into her godly eyes and almost lost controll of his body. He managed to get the words out of his mouth, "Where are we? Where is this place?" She replied, "We have been banished to hell. The home of the devil, and where retched souls are welcome. Jaques was shocked. At the top of his lungs he screamed, " I am a good person! I don't deserve to be here! I never had done anything wrong!!!" He fell unconscious from lack of oxygen. When he got up, he found himself in feedle position, in a hen-coop. He managed to crawl out and found himself in a barn, much like the one from his child-hood. He stood looked around trying to find the women...she was nowhere in site. "Damn! what a hell of a ride that was!, Well, at least now I'm home." Just as he spoke, the ground started to shake, and a deep crack appeared in the ground, and turned into an abyss. Jaques, not able to hold his balance, for the ground was shaking so violently, inched towards it as he tried to regain his stability. Then he trippen on a rather large rock and fell in. He screamed and screames, then he felt great force pound against him, and then, he opened his eyes, he was in town square and then he heard the words,"laisser tomber la lame". Which meant, "drop the blade" Then...total darkness, and then a light. What now you ask? Jaques is now in a white robe, laying on a cloud, staring into the outer-heavens, wondering, who did frame him? It doesn't matter now, it's all over.
- by deathgodsonlyeatapples |
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- | Submitted on 12/07/2008 |
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- Title: Death by blade
- Artist: deathgodsonlyeatapples
- Description: Just a little story I made up, just now. Sorry for the spelling and grammer. The Jaques Perry is a fictional character, but if there really was one, I am truly sorry.
- Date: 12/07/2008
- Tags: death blade
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Comments (5 Comments)
- The Rift in the world - 11/26/2009
- nice story!
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- Halekyn Steel - 03/17/2009
- interesting... without the grammar mistakes and the spelling, it would indeed be a perfect short story. 4/5!
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- Cinder-girl - 12/11/2008
- wow, that was good.
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- White Chibisuke - 12/09/2008
- a very good story. i liked it a lot.
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- death-keeper13 - 12/08/2008
- me likey
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