WRITE
written by Katniss Potter
The Writer's Den (Intergroup) got together and compiled a community book! All credit to the brilliant members involved. :)
Last Updated
05/31/21
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The Thing You Love Most
Chapter 2
“Are you sure about this?”
“If it’s the only way, I’m going to do it,” I replied without hesitation. “What’s beyond the door?”
“It will take the form of the thing you love most,” she said. “You’ll have to kill it.”
I turned the knob, my eyes shut tight. I knew what I was about to face. The only question that had yet to be answered was whether or not I had the strength to do what was needed. Sword in hand, I entered the room.
It was her, standing in a ray of light from a dusty window, beautiful as ever. I hadn’t seen her in ages. I wanted to run to her and fall into her arms. But I knew she wasn’t real. It was an illusion. It wasn’t truly her. This was a beast, and I had to kill it. Slowly, I edged forward, sword outstretched. As I drew nearer, her face came into better view. She looked… in pain. “Jade, please,” she whispered. My blade was a foot or so from her. “Jadie, no. Please don’t do it.”
“This is a trick. You’re not real,” I said, the end of my sword inching closer to her chest.
“No, Jadie, it’s me. Please don’t do it. It’s a lie.”
“You’re not real,” I repeated.
“It’s a lie. They took me. They put me here. It’s a lie. There is no beast. Don’t do it, Jade. Please don’t kill me.”
The blade was an inch away from slicing right through her. It seemed so easy. But she looked so desperate. I hated to see her in such misery. “It’s not real,” I muttered once again, more to myself than anyone else. But was it real? It couldn’t be, she had to be lying, but… was I willing to take the chance? I half-lowered my sword, and she came closer, tears swimming in her beautiful eyes. Was it her? The look in her eyes was so sincere. Perhaps it wasn’t a trick. What if she was real, afterall? I let my sword fall a bit more. She reached out and touched my arm, and when I didn’t raise my sword again, she caressed my cheek. I got lost in her eyes… they were gleaming like diamonds with tears… she leaned in closer… before I knew it her lips were on mine. No. I had been wrong. This wasn’t her. It couldn’t be. For she would never love me back.
But before I could lift my sword, a sharp pain pierced my spine. As the room faded into darkness, the last thing I saw was the malicious, twisted smile of a demon.
-By Thea Byrd
“If it’s the only way, I’m going to do it,” I replied without hesitation. “What’s beyond the door?”
“It will take the form of the thing you love most,” she said. “You’ll have to kill it.”
I turned the knob, my eyes shut tight. I knew what I was about to face. The only question that had yet to be answered was whether or not I had the strength to do what was needed. Sword in hand, I entered the room.
It was her, standing in a ray of light from a dusty window, beautiful as ever. I hadn’t seen her in ages. I wanted to run to her and fall into her arms. But I knew she wasn’t real. It was an illusion. It wasn’t truly her. This was a beast, and I had to kill it. Slowly, I edged forward, sword outstretched. As I drew nearer, her face came into better view. She looked… in pain. “Jade, please,” she whispered. My blade was a foot or so from her. “Jadie, no. Please don’t do it.”
“This is a trick. You’re not real,” I said, the end of my sword inching closer to her chest.
“No, Jadie, it’s me. Please don’t do it. It’s a lie.”
“You’re not real,” I repeated.
“It’s a lie. They took me. They put me here. It’s a lie. There is no beast. Don’t do it, Jade. Please don’t kill me.”
The blade was an inch away from slicing right through her. It seemed so easy. But she looked so desperate. I hated to see her in such misery. “It’s not real,” I muttered once again, more to myself than anyone else. But was it real? It couldn’t be, she had to be lying, but… was I willing to take the chance? I half-lowered my sword, and she came closer, tears swimming in her beautiful eyes. Was it her? The look in her eyes was so sincere. Perhaps it wasn’t a trick. What if she was real, afterall? I let my sword fall a bit more. She reached out and touched my arm, and when I didn’t raise my sword again, she caressed my cheek. I got lost in her eyes… they were gleaming like diamonds with tears… she leaned in closer… before I knew it her lips were on mine. No. I had been wrong. This wasn’t her. It couldn’t be. For she would never love me back.
But before I could lift my sword, a sharp pain pierced my spine. As the room faded into darkness, the last thing I saw was the malicious, twisted smile of a demon.
-By Thea Byrd
