This time I come with some writing work I have done. On iwaku roleplay forum we have a part of the forum that has writing challenges, this is two works I have done, the first one is from February and the second one are from yesterday.
The first text:
This was a picture challenge, first I’ll give you the picture that we were going to write about then the text I wrote to it.
Hate, despair, cruel.. He’s fault, everything.
A woman walking down the street by herself at midnight, her thoughts were filled of rage, hate, despair. She was certain of the fact that he had cheated on her, she was certain that it was all his fault. She had been faithful towards him for so long and still he did those kind of things to her. As if she wouldn’t notice that he never came to see her anymore, as if she wouldn’t notice that his excuses of the work taking to much time weren’t a lie.
Lier, cheater, the world would be better if you just died.
Thoughts running threw her mind, unstoppable thoughts that came up to the serface all the time. She needed to take away these thoughts before they would drive her insane.
If he were gone then I wouldn’t…
Yes if he were gone, then she wouldn’t feel like that, the problems would be solved. He was the root to all her thoughts, to the devil lurking in her once so gentle heart, her heart that now had turned ice cold and dark of despair and hate. If she were going to hell because of him then she would take him with her.
She stopped in the middle of her steps, yes ofcourse, she just needed to erase him. That was perfect, if he didn’t excist then everything would be fine. She turned around and started to walk to his appartment, a grin decorated her face.
Erase him will solve it.
The thoughs spinned around in her head and a somewhat crazy happiness filled her whole body, he would be erased soon. God would help her do it, he wouldn’t let her go to hell, she were a good girl. It was him who were at fault, but if she erased him then everything that he made her do against God would be forgiven. Her soul would be free.
She knocked on the door to his appartment, no answer. She knocked again, she heard someone moving inside. She knocked a third time, now he were awake and walked towards the door. She had her face facing the floor, he would think she were sad while in reality she actually were hiding a grin that only a maniac would be able to make. He got concerned about her and let her inside the apartment, while he went to make her a cup of coffee she went to one of his drawers, she knew he had a gun in it. She needed to kill him before he killed her, he would do it when he thought she weren’t good enough. Even if he wouldn’t do it she would always just be someone he cheated on. This wasn’t for her, this was for God and all the other women he were with.
Kill him, kill him now She thought but another part of her had started to waver No I can’t kill him But she couldn’t give up so easily God will help me do it, I must kill him.
At that thought he came out to her and saw her with the gun.
“What are you doing?” He asked and she turned around pointing the gun at him.
“This is all your fault, you should never have been born you devil.” She shouted while tears started to run down, then her expression of despair disappeard and got replaced by a grin. “You will never hurt anyone again. Never” She said while walking closer. He started to move but there was no chance to take the way to the door so he automatically moved towards the window.
“Please calm down, I don’t know what you’re talking ab…” “LIAR” She screamed interupting his sentence then she shoot. Just when he heard the gun he jumped backwards without thinking about the window, he fell out of the window and felt how the bullet went in to his chest. But the pain didn’t last long because he died as fast as he reached the ground.
The woman laughed, the laugh grew higher and the tears became more and more, she had done it, she had killed the devil.
Her shaking hand moved up towards her head
I’m finally free from the devil, God you understand right?
Her eyes wide open as she started to move her fingers.
I will meet you soon, please accept me
A second shot came from the room and the police soon came to find the body of a woman in the mans apartment
This was more of a writing practice than a challenge, we were supposed to write a text where either our character dies or them seeing another character dies.
The last journey
Everyone had to die at some point, some died young, some died old. Björn Bergvid were an old viking, the most didn’t reach such an high age. Only skilled warriors could reach such an high age, he had succeeded. He had survived one of his sons whom died in his twenties, he had also survived many of his childhood friends. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to survive his second son, after all, a parent shouldn’t have to watch their children die. Maybe it was his fault that his son died, he could have trained him better.
The old man looked out over the water. Not too far away were land, the land that they had just invaded. The land where Bergvid had become gravely injured. Even the best of fighters became injured, he would be fighting again in some days. At least so he thought.
“Father, you should rest or else your wound won’t heal.” Tor told his father while putting a hand on his fathers shoulder.
“I couldn’t keep my promise.” Bergvid said, mostly to himself. He had promised his wife a great fortune when he returned, but it hadn’t gone as planned. They had gotten gold and silver from the village but after being divided between the over twenty men it wasn’t that much that everyone got. Never had so many gotten so hurt during one of their journeys, not even once had they been forced to surrender before. Maybe he were too old to keep being a viking, maybe it was time to join his son in Valhalla.
“Father, come in and rest for a bit”
He walked with his son beside him, he stumbled a couple of times and first then he noticed how badly injured he actually were. When he laid down he started to feel the pain in the wounds and it got worse for every second. Even though they didn’t know about it the wounds were gravely infected, that night would be his last night alive.
The sweat didn’t stop pouring down and soon he started to cough. The coughs had started before they had started their invasion which failed, but now it seemed to get worse. It only took a couple of hours before he couldn’t even move anymore. Not only were the wounds infected, they also couldn’t stop bleeding and the sickness he had caught before the invasion only got worse. At some point he started to talk, Tor could barely make out fathers words as they came as a wheezy whisper.
“I will join your brother in Valhalla soon, I’ll be waiting for you there.”
His hand fell down from his sons shoulder which he had grabbed as he started to talk. He still were breathing, but not for long.
Even though it was a long journey back and the men wanted to get rid of the body fast because it would start to rot, they still had their honor as vikings. To just get rid of the body of their leader would be shameful for both the crew, the family and Bergvid himself. So they let the body stay on the ship the whole journey and when they got home with his dead body they put him on a smaller viking ship which then his wife went into.
Eva, his wife, looked at her son a last time “I will join your father and brother in Valhalla, we will all wait for you there. Become a great viking as your father, and Oden will let you meet us again someday.” She laid down in the boat beside her dead husband, the rotting body smelled awful and were barely recognizable anymore but she didn’t mind. Soon she would see him in flesh and blood again, on the other side.
As they put the ship on fire Tor could only stand there and watch as his mother got burned to death while the boat were pushed away from the shore. One tear fell from his eye as he lost his family, now he were alone. At least until he got married and get a new family.
I mostly came up with the last one because I had done a plot challenge where we should write something that had with runic engravings, and because I’m Swede I must create a Swedish viking. After that I noticed the death writing exercise and come to think about that I had written in the plot challenge that he would die so I used him in the other one too xD
Here is the plot challenge:
The year was 934 AD. Björn Bergvid, a Swedish viking from Öland, were about to make his last journey before his life would end. With a crew of over twenty strong men he would travel towards what we today call united kingdom. Unknowing about the fate that waited him he kissed his wife goodbye before promising that he would return with a great fortune. This journey would be made to honor his dead son, he died as a great warrior and now he probably were at Oden’s side waiting for his father to join him.
Before he left he went to the rune stone that had been raised for his son, the one that Björn himself had made. “I will see you in Valhalla my son.” He said before leaving towards the ship and the men that waited for him. He may be old but he was still a viking and a warrior, he wouldn’t give up just yet.