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Title:The Death of Alice
Day/Theme:1. ‘Do not shine. Do not seek to shine. Burn.’
Series: Original
Character/Pairing:a girl accused of witchcraft.
Rating: PG for death
Words: 221
The Death of Alice
She was the daughter of a well-respected man. Even that could not protect her from the wrath of the town when witchcraft was concerned.
Her trial was ridiculous. They had pulled from her warm room in the cold of winter, only to have her hear outlandish claims of sorcery, when she could barely leave her bed. Yet, she was found guilty and forced to trudge in the snow in her bare feet and simple white night gown. Her pale skin seemed to glow against the white of the snow.
Her accuser was a farmer who served her father for a number of years and built the added wings to their house. He took simple common courtesy for flirtation. To him “Good Morning” was the same as a love vow. She had seen his infatuation and done her best to politely quell it, but he would not have it. Day after day, he would watch her from their front lawn. She could tell when he was watching her, even when she was in bed with a fever as she often was, she felt his eye looking upward, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. To him, she was the sun. She shined even when she hid away.
Soon, she would burn like the sun and she would curse him for it.
Day/Theme:1. ‘Do not shine. Do not seek to shine. Burn.’
Series: Original
Character/Pairing:a girl accused of witchcraft.
Rating: PG for death
Words: 221
The Death of Alice
She was the daughter of a well-respected man. Even that could not protect her from the wrath of the town when witchcraft was concerned.
Her trial was ridiculous. They had pulled from her warm room in the cold of winter, only to have her hear outlandish claims of sorcery, when she could barely leave her bed. Yet, she was found guilty and forced to trudge in the snow in her bare feet and simple white night gown. Her pale skin seemed to glow against the white of the snow.
Her accuser was a farmer who served her father for a number of years and built the added wings to their house. He took simple common courtesy for flirtation. To him “Good Morning” was the same as a love vow. She had seen his infatuation and done her best to politely quell it, but he would not have it. Day after day, he would watch her from their front lawn. She could tell when he was watching her, even when she was in bed with a fever as she often was, she felt his eye looking upward, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. To him, she was the sun. She shined even when she hid away.
Soon, she would burn like the sun and she would curse him for it.