Creative Writing: Things Fall Apart

But the moment of escape had arrived. However, each time that the sharp and deadly blade swung over me, it left me in agonizing pain. It kept swinging over me. It was swinging ever so slowly and graceful, yet deadly. All of a sudden, I snapped out of a daze that I was in from looking at the blade and knew that I needed to get out of there. I was already halfway free. The disgusting, yet helpful, rats had already broken the bonds of ropes that bound me to the board on which I lay. In addition, I knew that I couldn’t get up while the blade was anywhere close to me. I had to wait until it was at the very end of the board. At last, the terrible blade that was now my enemy, was at the end of the board upon which I lay. I rolled over onto my back. This was not such a good idea. The pendulum pierced my spine. When it did, the pain went radiating through my blood, body, and done to the marrow of my bones. At least now, the blade

Why does the ruler over this land want to execute people of my religion because of what we believe? I couldn’t ponder on it though. I had to worry about getting out of here alive. After a good night’s rest, I went looking for the rats that chewed the ropes into that bound me together underneath the swing and deadly pendulum. Even though the rats are extremely disgusting and unhealthy with disease, they were the only source of food that I could think of. I laid as still as I possibly could and waiting for the filthy rats to come up from the very deep, dark, and dangerous pit in the ground. Just like I had suspected, the dirty rats came up, searching for crumbs and perhaps my decaying body. Now, I needed something to capture the filthy, diseased rats with, and something to clean it up with. The guard that watched my cell, probably thinking that I was dead, left his weapon unattended. I swiftly and gracefully moved close to the door. Silently, I took the weapon and began to fix my filthy