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Now before I give you this story, a little about my inspiration. I was wandering around the Gaiaonline forums and came across a thread called Six Word Stories. No, this story is not six words long but it was inspired by some of the six word stories that I found there. I will post the six word stories at the end of my story so you may read and enjoy them as well.
Losing A Friend
Everyone died painfully in the end. Like in a Shakespearian play. It was a very good book but if Rachel had known it was going to end like that she never would have read it. Half way through she knew what was coming but by then it was too late. “Your death will not be painless” the villain had told the hero. And it wasn’t. But he had been buried, covered in glory and dirt back in his homeland. He had taken the villain down with him. He forgot both cups were poisoned. The village was saved, but all the characters they got you attached to ended in pain. It had made Rachel cry. She didn’t like it when things made her cry. Especially while she was in class, where everyone could see. If she knew she was going to finish the book that day she would have left it at home. No, she wouldn’t have. It was a good book. She wouldn’t have been able to make herself leave it at home, just like she couldn’t make herself stop reading before the last hero died. It was a good book, and now she had finished it. She hated finishing good books. It was like losing a friend. She didn’t have very many friend and hated to loose one of her best ones. Years later she would read the book again, and her friends would come back to life, just for a little while, until they died painfully in the end.
The stories that inspired me:
Everyone died painfully in the end.
Buried, covered in glory and dirt.
Your death will not be painless
He forgot both cups were poisoned.
Other stories that were posted that I enjoyed:
Stranded on island, send a plane.
Fire at neighbor's house, bringing marshmellows.
You go first. It looks dangerous.
I love you to death, Sara. (they did not actually put a name but put *insert name here*)
My mood swings usually don't kill. (Which inspired in me something else which I hope to write soon.)
Look behind you, thieves are waiting.
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