Short Stories With Tragic Endings
What if Jack didn't save Sarah? Instead he stood there and watched as his love swung from that deadly rope of death. And what if Jack actually was apart of the plot to get her caught, and all he wanted was gold.
My hands griped tightly together. I search the crowd for any sign of Jack. There's nothing, I wondered if he didn't get the news of my hanging or was he just not interested. Did he not care, because I care for him. My eyes look pleadingly around, hoping, wanting him to be there. My eyes land on a parrot, Cotton's parrot and I sigh in relief. He had come, the Pearl was here. And that's when I see his eyes. Those dark eyes eye me with sadness.
Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
I try to move forward to call to him but I look to my side and see the man in the mask stare back at me. He growls and I look down once more. People were still gathering around to watch me hang. I wait patiently for Jack to step forward but he never does. And I cant help but feel a sort of nervousness in the pit of my stomach.
The look stapled on your face cries out for forgiveness,
the one thing that I cannot give you.
My eyes squint in the sun, what was he up to. He looks down at his hands and I cant help but wonder if he was here to save me or to see me hang.
(Did you ever see that one person and the way they do these things and it hurts so much it's like choking.. choking?)
My mouth opens but nothing comes out but a sob. How could he not save me. My eyes get wide as I hear the man speak my name. Jack, I try to call out but nothing.
I can give you freedom from your guilt,
with a flick of my wrist onto yours.
I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile.
I shut my eyes as the tears well up. He didn't move as I looked around frantically. I see some of my crew there watching me with sad eyes. Covered in cloaks, I curse their cowardness.
I can give you death with the look upon my face
My heart starts to beat fast. Was Jack so cool when he was going to be hung, I wonder as I feel my palms start to sweat. I reach up to wipe away the tears falling. It wasn't the fact that my life was ending, it was the fact that my love had been a lie.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss & no regrets;
you don't deserve good bye.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss & no good bye.
I then noticed then who was next to him, Makayla smiled to me. Her hand went to hold Jack's. I could have just died then, seconds just seconds. My eyes burn into his. Was he always with her?
With a short story, the one you add to daily, you are the tragic loss.
No story book ending for this fairy tale of you.
Just the one composed with blood taken from your pen that you hold in your lifeless hand.
Cry for you. Shed tears. Mourn. Wish the end.
I suck in breath as I hear the last words of the document the man read. "And may God have mercy on your soul."
The plank drops and I go down looking at my love. My eyes grow wide as he moves forward quickly and cunningly through the crowd. My lungs start to burn and my eyes hurt.
(Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person,
and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much it's like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
I see him rush towards me sword drawn but I fear its to late as I close my eyes and let the darkness consume me.
It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions and to scream confessions at the insipidsky parting clouds.
And you let this one person come down.. come down. I cherish you.. I cherish you.
Just say that you would do the same for me.
just say you would do the same.
just say you would do the same for me.
For as much as I love Autumn,
I'm giving myself to Ashes.
A/N: Should I continue it or leave it like that?