So, instead today I'm going to share something I wrote. This is the first 700 words from a story I just started called Falsely Accused (at least until I find a better title). Please feel free to critique. I'd love to hear any thoughts you have.
Awaiting your execution is nerve wracking, no matter how many times you do it.
I should know, I’ve learned the hard way.
Yet no matter how many times I try, I can never manage to convince myself that this time won’t be any different from the others.
The time I spent awaiting my sixth attempted execution was no different. Goosebumps ran a marathon up and down my arms, trying to win out over my racing heartbeat. Taking deep, calming breaths was out of the question, since the Ootwoxans had stuck me in the rankest part of the Royal Dungeon. Apparently I’d commit enough crimes against them that they’d stuck me with the murderers. Great.
At least the Spryllians kept their jails clean.
Maybe he won’t come this time. That nagging thought danced around my mind.
“Oh, shut up.”
A dark mass moved in the cell across from mine. “I didn’t say nothin’.”
“I wasn’t talking to you, Horace.”
He humphed. “Have ye finally gone mad, then?”
I laughed. “No, I’ve been in far worse places than this.” Yes, I had. And in far worse situations.
Well, in theory.
At any rate, I was going to get out. No dying today.
I jumped as a loud bang raddled the room with enough force to knock my cup off the shallow ledge I’d set it on. A dim scrap of light crawled along the floor and dodged around the shadow of the prison guard.
“Mesonoxia Svensora! Your turn at the noose.”
I swallowed hard and stood. “Here.”
“Eager t’ die, are you?”
I bit my tongue and waited while he unlocked my cell.
“Nice knowin’ ye,” said Horace.
Several others mumbled goodbyes as the guard led me up a narrow flight of stairs. He pounded on a wooded door until it whined open, flooding the dark stairway with blinding light. I blinked several times. The first thing my eyes focused on was the noose. Not a welcome sight.
The guard laughed. He trembled like an earring on a noblewoman’s ear. “Where’s your confidence, now?”
Oh, that was me trembling.
I scanned the crowd of people come to view my demise. My heart leapt at the sight of the back of a tall redhead. Jasp was here. I wasn’t going to die.
“We meet again, Miss Svensora.”
I turned to face the short, dark man standing before the noose. “Hello, Boris.”
“I believe we have some unfinished business.”
I smiled. “Aye, but we won’t finish it to…” The tall redhead had turned around.
It wasn’t Jasp.
I swallowed. No. No, I wasn’t going to die. Boris was short, even by Ootwoxan standards, maybe I could make a break for it and run…
“Brought before you today, ladies and gentlemen, is the notorious Mesonoxia Svensora, charged with the murder of Duke Limeberry. Her punishment…”
“Wait, what?” I asked, brought out of my plans for escape. “Murder? I’ve never killed anyone.” I was a petty thief and a traitor to the crown, but not a killer.
Boris glared at me. “Excuse me, I’m trying to announce your death.”
“But I’ve never killed anyone. I don’t even know who Duke Berriedlime is.”
He shrugged. “That’s not what they told me.” He turned back to the crowd. “She shall be hung from the neck until dead.”
A smattering of applause ran through the audience.
I shook my head. “But… you can’t hang me for something I didn’t do.” I took a step back, and bumped into the guard. My heart pounded in my ears.
“The king says you killed Duke Limeberry, you killed Duke Limeberry.” Boris stepped forward with a leather bag.
I tried to run, but the big Sudethen guard grabbed me and pinned my arms behind my back.
This could not be happening. I struggled against him, but he was too big.
“No! No, I didn’t do it! Stop!” Dizziness swept over me.
Boris smiled. “Time to finish our business.”
He slipped the bag over my head, and the world dissolved into darkness. I gagged on the smell of other prisoner’s sweat, and I-didn’t-want-to-know-what-else.
“NO! Jasp! Jasper! Help!”
The guard pushed me forward.
“Stop stop stop s-s-stoooop!”The noose fell down around my shoulders. Tears poured down my face. “I didn’t do it! Stop!”
And I'm going to stop there and exercise my Evil Writer Cliffhanger muscles. This hasn't been edited, and as I said before, I'd love to hear any thoughts you have.
In other news, I've recently been tagged for an "Answer 10 questions about your work in progress" blog hop, in which I'm supposed to tag 5 other people, but I don't know who to tag. Pretty much everyone in the two Facebook teen writer groups I'm in has done it already. So, if you want me to tag you, please leave a comment telling me so, and I shall do it. Here's the post by the girl who tagged me, if you want to see it.
And a good day/afternoon/evening/morning/whatever to you.