Death Be Kind - original f/f
Sep. 19th, 2013 08:35 amI have been away for quite a while, just taking a break from a LOT of things. Instead of getting into more fan fiction, I have focused on writing some original pieces. To encourage my own writing, I created a forum for LGBTQ writers to get prompts, write and share their works. It's called The Queer Storyteller's Collective (http://queerstorytellers.freeforums.net/), and I'll post more about it later. Hopefully, these are works that can be expanded on into full stories at some point. I thought I'd share though and see what others thought of them. So, here goes:
Death Be Kind
By Callie Wise
Prompt: Hero falls under Martyr’s spell
Death should come swift for people like her. If for no other reason, than for people like me to be put out of our misery faster as we watch them fall.
She was reckless and dangerous, with her wild eyes and even wilder blonde hair that she always wore down in a chaotic mass of curls. The feel of my fingers tangled in those curls is one of the earliest memories I have of her – the sleep over when we were thirteen that changed the course of our lives forever. The blonde hair that went flying out as the sword thrust through her chest propelled her forward into my arms, one of my hands automatically tangling in those curls again.
We didn’t know yet that our destinies were wrapped up in each other, that Fate had predetermined our beginning, middle, and now end.
Even heroes need someone to look up to, and that’s what she was to me.
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Death Be Kind
By Callie Wise
Prompt: Hero falls under Martyr’s spell
Death should come swift for people like her. If for no other reason, than for people like me to be put out of our misery faster as we watch them fall.
She was reckless and dangerous, with her wild eyes and even wilder blonde hair that she always wore down in a chaotic mass of curls. The feel of my fingers tangled in those curls is one of the earliest memories I have of her – the sleep over when we were thirteen that changed the course of our lives forever. The blonde hair that went flying out as the sword thrust through her chest propelled her forward into my arms, one of my hands automatically tangling in those curls again.
We didn’t know yet that our destinies were wrapped up in each other, that Fate had predetermined our beginning, middle, and now end.
Even heroes need someone to look up to, and that’s what she was to me.