“One Life, One Blade”


One by one, they are picked off,
Darkness blinds them as fear binds them
Standing in the long line a little girl cries
With each swipe of the blade a silent thud is heard
The little girl is next, she turns ash white
A light reflects off the blade, she holds her breath
She feels it ripping through her body
Her hands turn cold, her eyes grow dull
Her last breath escapes,
Her body falls, and is drug to a pile
Later is burned, to remove any trace
That this little girl had once lived.

By roan

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Alrighty everybody. I did a thing. Something that I think everybody might possibly enjoy.

I made a legitimate discussion forum! Meant for actual discussion and just getting to know your fellow forum goer.
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Long ago in the days of young, a strange woman wandered into hunting camp. Her hair was bright gold and her eyes full of wonder. Though she never spoke, one young Indain fell in love with her and they soon wed. Many moons passed. The wife, every morning, travelied down to a lake. It was a long treck and he feared her going there alone. And one day, she did not return. The scouts found nothing, only her footprints leading to the lake. The young Indian never stopped mourning his lost love. He ventured down to the lake and stayed by the waters edge. He heard a splashing and far across the bank, he saw a gold wolf and her pups. They drank frantically, as though their journey had been long. Their eyes met, wolf and Indian, and then they disappeared into the woods. The following day, the man again slipped out tothe lake, but saw nothing. He waited many hours before a crash and a terrible splash ensued. The gold wolf had chased a bull elk into the lake. The battle was both beautiful and saddening as at last the bull fell dead. The man retreated to his village. Through his fears, the man returned to the lake. His wife gone, he felt the rage for one last battle. The wolf stood waiting in the water. Nothing moved, but her eyes were upon him. She moved, and there was silence, as if she were spirit moving through. It was then that the man knew he would die. He dove into the water, but at the crash of his body in the water, the wolf retreated. Again and again the man crashed noise fully through the water, only for the gold wolf to retreat. Finally, the man learned from the wolf. He lifted each leg high and gently back in the water. He approached with skill and calmness, not rash human anger. And at last, he reached the wolf in silent water. When the fellow hunters searched the lake for the man, the found his tracks leading into the lake, and on the far banking, two sets of wolf tracks emerged from the water, into the woods.

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