Death of a Queen

Avatar Author: Wednesday [PJ] ((LoA)) "If people never did silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done." --Ludwig Wittgenstein My name is Wednesday, and I guess you could say that for the most part that quote personifies me. If there were no sil... Read Bio

She lay in the middle of the grand bedroom, drowned in blankets. The doctor held her head in his hands in despair.

Her face was paler than a full moon and her thin lips were quivering as her body made its last attempts to prolong the fragile life it somehow sustained.

I stood in the corner of the room with a small notebook and a pencil chewed beyond recognition in anxious anticipation of my great responsibility.

Suddenly the retching woman clutched at the doctor above her, and at a look from him I took the few furtive steps to take me to her head. I knelt by her side and moved a long strand of red hair from her eyes as I waited for the voice that had inspired thousands to battle.

The alteration was shocking. This voice that had lead thousands to war, now left her lips as a quivering whisper that resembled her brother’s in his last days. “All my possessions for one moment of time.”

And with that her eyes closed for the last time and I wrote out carefully the last words of the most beloved queen of all.

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  1. Avatar Mostly Harmless

    Interesting view point, the Recorder of Deathbed Sentiments…! Clever and well written. I would recommend clearer, spaced paragraphing if you have the characters, but with regards to content I like this. MH :)

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