Creative Writing Julius Caesar

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Assassinated, he was. It was a lukewarm spring day; it smelt of flowers and freshly plowed dirt. I was at a small senate meeting when I had overheard Cassius and Brutus talking, planning. They were planning to kill our beloved general, Julius Caesar. I had not noticed that I was staring at them as if they had just brutally murdered my parents in front of me. They took notice, and they started walking towards me. My palms became sweaty and I could feel my heart pounding through my chest, but I was ready to fight, ready to kill. I grabbed my small copper dagger, warm to the touch from being tucked in my toga. Then, Cassius spoke, “If you are so eager to fight, why don’t you help us do something, not just us, but Rome?” I was outraged I could …show more content…

I had woken up ready, ready to lose my life it seemed. I was not afraid though. I trusted my fellow senate and myself. We were all ready. We had all decided to act as if a normal meeting was going to happen, but surely, this was not going to be normal. I had walked up to the large gray cement senate building, with pillars the size of one hundred year old trees. I saw the other conspirators arriving too. Then, I saw Julius. All of the senate seemed to have locked eyes with each other; we all knew what was going to happen. Caesar would soon be painted with wounds. Caesar was just about to sit down when one of the senators ran and stabbed him; he screamed in shock, his scream echoing, scratching my eardrums, you could see the terror in his eyes. Blood had immediately stained him and the other conspirator. It seemed as time had frozen. I was in shock but my instinct was to run and also do the same. All of the senate had the same instinct. Blood was everywhere, it stained our togas a crimson color, I actually did not mind the color it looked rather satisfying. I looked up and saw Brutus, and that is when Julius muttered, “You too, Brutus?” As he spoke one of the senate dropped his blade like a hammer on hot metal into the leader’s chest and that was it, he was finished,

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