16
October 2014
“Pardon
me sir, I meant not to do it.”
Far
from being a queen, she sat in her cell. She had already faced the
Revolutionary Tribunal full of men that had brought trumped up
charges against her such as stealing money, carious sorts of
debauchery and, worst of, incest with her son. Regal as ever, Marie
Antoinette stood silent as the charges were read against her.
“Why,
Madame Capet, have you said nothing about these charges?” demanded
one of her accusers.
“If
I have not replied, it is because Nature itself refuses to respond to
such a charge laid against a mother,” her words steamed from every
ounce of her. The market women, who had stormed the palace looking to
rip her head off and place it on a pike, roared in her defense. No
matter her plea of innocence there was no due process. She was found
guilty and ordered to be executed by guillotine that day. Before she
was lead off to write her final will she left the court with a few
words.
“I
was queen, and you took away my crow; a wife, and you killed my
husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone
remains; take it, but do nor make me suffer long.”
They
took her to her cell where she wrote her last will and testament to
her beloved sister-in-law, Elisabeth. She bid farewell in the letter
to her children. More poised than ever, she waited for the swift
death of the guillotine. Her hair was lopped off and she was placed
in a simple white dress before being paraded in an open cart through
the streets to her death. People jeered her and called her names, she
kept her head high even though fear pulsated through her entire body.
As she was led up to the guillotine, she accidentally stepped on the
foot of her executioner.
“Pardon
me sir, I meant not to do it,” she whispered to him as he helped
her up to her death bench. Her words were a sorry to the executioner
but also to the nation. She meant not to have it all come to this but
alas it had. Her death was swift, the people cheered as her head was
raised up in victory and her body was thrown into an unmarked. This
was the end to the most splendid and fashionable queen all of France
had ever seen.
17
October 2014
The
Creature in the Attic
Mary
loved scary movies and had a habit of watching them alone. She would
work herself up in excited fear. She loved being scared! Tonight's
horrors were supernatural in nature. After the movie she quickly ran
around the house and turned on all the lights. She curled up on the
couch and flipped open her book to calm down her nerves. A few
minutes into her read she heard a bang in the attic. She jumped at
the sound and paused for a moment. She heard more noise and quietly
shut her book. All her fears were coming true, there was someone or
something in her attic. She set her book down and made her way to the
kitchen for a knife. She grabbed the biggest one she could find and
made her way up towards her attic. She continued hearing thumping and
pounding in the attic. Mary took a deep breath and slowing pulled the
attic stairs. One step at a time she walked up towards the top with
her flashlight and knife. She took one last deep breath and peeked
over the ledge into the attic. The thumping and pounding stopped. She
scanned the attic and there, in the corner was the dark creature that
was making all the banging. She took another deep breath and walked
closer to the creature in the corner. Just then it moved and
screamed! Mary jumped and screamed in unison only to realize the
evil, supernatural, dark creature in the corner was nothing more than
a raccoon tangled in some netting. She called animal control and
helped the scared little guy out the net. All was well in Mary's home
but she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that nothing
truly scary happened that night.
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