The Death Of Man - Original Writing

He is coming from his office. WARDEN: What happened? GUARD: WARDEN: Here is the woman that is guilty.

Above the bed’s pillows is a circular fixture, possibly a mirror. A white, decorated vase is in front of the bed, laying on the ground. Two tall, white flowers are set within it. Beside the bed is a green, gold trimmed chair with a red cushion. Above the chair is a dove with its wings spread, it is surrounded by a gold halo. Just above the dove is a depiction of a horned figure with a halo. To the left of the depiction is a gold chandelier that is styled in a similar manner to the angel’s scepter. Behind and to the left of the chandelier is an ornate diptych, only one of the panels are revealed. Inscriptions are below the diptych. A wood furnishing bearing intricate carvings supports the diptych, a white cloth rests on its surface. Below it is a metal plate and cup, a cloth resting on it. Beside the furnishing and diptych is an opened window, each of the opened panels attached to it in varying positions. A city is outside the window. Beside the window is a lit candle which is attached to the wall by a gold support, a decorative gold plate behind it. The room’s floor is made up of faintly colored tiles arranged in geometric

Learning to fight for your life was easier than this. Though the life was difficult in itself nothing came close to the difficulty of watching someone you love walk away, it seemed to only get harder even if it was your fault in the end. Pushing people away was a specialty of his and when it actually worked it was earth shattering. The silence pointed out the flaws that he’d managed to go without noticing with her by his side but now they screamed at him yet again. He was back to the self-destructive, sacrificial, self-loathing creature he always was. Though he always knew his family was broken it wasn’t even close to this damaged. He wasn’t the only one that felt the loss, his brother had lost someone as well. It was a feeling in the air

“Demaris was shot.” He stopped. “I’m sorry.” Then he left without saying anything else. After we heard the slam of the door, I fell to the ground. My mother and I laid there the rest of the night and cried ourselves to sleep.

Complete silence. Terror seized control, and she ran at breakneck speed until reaching the safety of the open air. Adrenaline pumping through her blood, she stood beside the car gulping in short, shaky breaths.

He came out the shadows after her, making noises again, and she was running and laughing wildly, all her fear sucked up by the thrill. He caught her and swung her around, and she couldn’t breath.

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

She ran as fast as her feet could take her. The moonlight weaved in and out of the branches illuminating spots she could reach. She did not dare to turn back to look over her shoulder because she knew it is how the killer always got the victim. Her white slip teared when it got snagged against a branch. Her fingers gripped the silk material and held it together by the tattered seams. She quickly began her escape once more and found a clearing from the icy branches.

The common theme that I found throughout these three articles was our ability to handle the topic of death. People (at least I know I personally do this) tend to side step the topic of death. We use terms such as “passed away” or “aren’t with us anymore” in order to sugarcoat the true reality of the situation. “Die” to us just sounds so harsh and terrifying. Not only do we phrase death in certain ways, but we also tend to ignore the facts. Wolff talks about how we all know how we are going to end up: we all have subconsciously acknowledged that it is highly likely that we will end up in a hospital bed somewhere unable to remember our closest friends and family. However, we put this in the back of our mind and do not think about it. This is

He counted to ten, took another deep breath and set off running, every step taking him deeper into the emptiness of the wilderness. His long legs rapidly eating up the ground beneath him, digging his heels into the soft undergrowth. He was in for a long journey, every step of it alone. The cuts on his wrist stung as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of

The fire had blocked off an exit. “Go, run!”, Kalyca screamed. She went up to the coach and grabbed the driver’s shoulder. “Wait”, she ordered. The man obeyed frightfully and she sprinted over to them.

He laid there, staring at the tv playing the news. It was about the shooting. I rushed to turn it off, blocking his view. He blinked at me, then smiled. “Hey, buddy.” I smiled back, crawling next to him and hugging him. Some happy tears stained our shirts as I held him. We laid there for a long time in just pure silence. Our minds were saying the unspoken words. “Why did it happen?” Travis said into the air. “It happened because--” I stopped short. Why did it happen? Travis stared up at me, waiting for my answer. “I-I don’t know.” my brow furrowed in confusion as I pondered. Silence overcame us again. Eventually, soft snores came from Travis. He had fallen asleep. I stared at the wall, still unable to sleep. A woman somewhere screamed for unknown reasons. That scream triggered a flashback in my

"Right this way," the host said, leading you into a large dining area. Every table was filled with people dressed in fancy dressses and suits. On the walls there were various painting, each one was beautiful and unique. On the ceiling there was a crystal chandelier that must've cost a fortune. The whole building was very

Horrified, he began to back away from the store. His legs were numb, moving involuntarily and he couldn’t quite process his surroundings. Halfway down the street, he awoke from his daze, reigned control over his legs and began to sprint back home.

His eyes caught something as it flickered overhead, he looked up and swallowed nervously, his pulse quickening, then in that same moment