So I've been doing some writing prompts lately. I had like a 15 minute time limit so they're not very good but I thought I'd just share them anyways.
"Relic"
The crowd rose up in waves, loud voices thundering around the atrium. They looked like toads, Kilder thought. For no other reason except that their mouths gapped so wide to allow for their shrieking screams and their faces were scrunched up so tightly in varying expressions of fury. And Kilder tried not to hate them. Theresha’s voice still rang in his ears from this morning. “They deserve nothing from you, Kili. They are children. You are a warrior. This will be a good death. Go proudly.” But he had seen the shine of her eyes right before she had turned away to let the guards escort him out.
He had said nothing. As silent as he was now, staring down at the jeering crowd, almost manic in their bloodlust.
The heat bore down on Kilder, his sweat mixing with the blood from where the rope had been steadily rubbing a groove around his neck. They had kept him standing out in the sun for hours. Probably hoping that he would break or faint, but they should know better. He was part of the Orcalian rebellion and not even at the precipice of death would he show them weakness. He was part of the new age and this society was only a relic. That was his last thought as the floor fell from under his feet and he swung.















