Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27905100-20160414000331

Hi, all. I couldn't think of a title for this, so this is just going to be what it is. If you can, please suggest a title.

This was originally written for the 666 word pasta challenge, and is unedited, so please don't focus too heavily on the grammar and rhymes.

Also, I know this seems long, but it definetely is not.





Inside his mind, the young man cried.

One of his friends was going to die.

He thought and thought for hours on end,

Deciding which life he should spend.



For if he chose wrong,

His life would be gone

So the most cherished had to go.

But his dearest friend,

Their life would end,

So what to do, he did not know.



His time began to wane quite quickly,

As he was taking too much time.

<p class="MsoNormal">He felt a pang of guilt, and then

<p class="MsoNormal">He changed his mind.

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">He’d made a deal

<p class="MsoNormal">That’d seemed unreal.

<p class="MsoNormal">One soul per year

<p class="MsoNormal">For power.

<p class="MsoNormal">But the choice

<p class="MsoNormal">He had to make,

<p class="MsoNormal">Left him feeling sour.

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">The one who made it demanded that he

<p class="MsoNormal">Kill his brother to prove loyalty.

<p class="MsoNormal">The man did it without complaint.

<p class="MsoNormal">But now, as the time drew very near,

<p class="MsoNormal">The man decided that, in pain,

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">His most cherished friend,

<p class="MsoNormal">Their life would end.

<p class="MsoNormal">He felt that he had to go.

<p class="MsoNormal">After all, it was them or him,

<p class="MsoNormal">That much he was allowed to know.

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">A pentagram of chalk he made,

<p class="MsoNormal">A wood cross in the center,

<p class="MsoNormal">A place, he knew, in hours time,

<p class="MsoNormal">His friend’s body had to enter.

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">There was no mercy

<p class="MsoNormal">To the hunt

<p class="MsoNormal">For him to find his friend,

<p class="MsoNormal">Because if he didn’t

<p class="MsoNormal">He knew that

<p class="MsoNormal">Soon his life would end

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">His friend was hiding out in the place,

<p class="MsoNormal">That she suspected would not be checked.

<p class="MsoNormal">In an old, foreclosed home

<p class="MsoNormal">   That in some weeks would be wrecked.

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">For the man had confided in her

<p class="MsoNormal">What had happened the night he was alone

<p class="MsoNormal">How every year from here on in,

<p class="MsoNormal">Satan sold him his life for the souls

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">He knew his friend well enough

<p class="MsoNormal">To know where she would hide,

<p class="MsoNormal">He got in his car and set off

<p class="MsoNormal">To see whom he could find.

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">She heard his footsteps in the place,

<p class="MsoNormal">Unreal, too heavy, too slow.

<p class="MsoNormal">And then she heard the knob open

<p class="MsoNormal">And thought ''This is the end, I know. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''

''

<p class="MsoNormal">But the knob was to

<p class="MsoNormal">A different door,

<p class="MsoNormal">Near hers, but not there.

<p class="MsoNormal">Attempting to calm her very own nerves,

<p class="MsoNormal">She took her hand and flattened her hair.

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">The thundery steps were drowned out

<p class="MsoNormal">By a huge bellow in rage

<p class="MsoNormal">She began to cry as she sat inside

<p class="MsoNormal">The closet, her hide-out, her cage

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">He heard the crying as he listened close,

<p class="MsoNormal">And stopped stomping around the house

<p class="MsoNormal">He followed and listened and followed the noise,

<p class="MsoNormal">Behind him, he heard a mouse.

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">The knob was jimmied

<p class="MsoNormal">The knob was jammed

<p class="MsoNormal">He had to get that door open

<p class="MsoNormal">Or in some time,

<p class="MsoNormal">He would die,

<p class="MsoNormal">And for this he was not hoping

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">She grabbed the knob,

<p class="MsoNormal">And with all her strength,

<p class="MsoNormal">Tried to keep it closed,

<p class="MsoNormal">But with his supernatural strength,

<p class="MsoNormal">A threat to him she didn’t pose.

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">The door was thrust open wide,

<p class="MsoNormal">And he looked around the closet,

<p class="MsoNormal">But he found nothing at all inside,

<p class="MsoNormal">Because she was running like a faucet

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">She sprinted away,

<p class="MsoNormal">He ran after,

<p class="MsoNormal">Gaining on her quickly,

<p class="MsoNormal">She looked back,

<p class="MsoNormal">And noted that

<p class="MsoNormal">With too much power,

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked sickly

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">He tried to grab her

<p class="MsoNormal">But he was

<p class="MsoNormal">Losing energy fast

<p class="MsoNormal">But he tried a little more,

<p class="MsoNormal">Hoping this day wouldn’t be his last

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">A swipe at the collar,

<p class="MsoNormal">A grab at the shirt,

<p class="MsoNormal">He grabbed his friend,

<p class="MsoNormal">She hit the dirt,

<p class="MsoNormal">He brought her back

<p class="MsoNormal">Into his

<p class="MsoNormal">Derelict Car’s trunk

<p class="MsoNormal">He stuffed her inside the car,

<p class="MsoNormal">And closed it with a thunk

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">She screamed and screamed

<p class="MsoNormal">On the ride home,

<p class="MsoNormal">But was powerless

<p class="MsoNormal">To make it stop

<p class="MsoNormal">When he got home

<p class="MsoNormal">He opened the

<p class="MsoNormal">Trunk up with

<p class="MsoNormal">A chop

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">He found his sacrificial knife,

<p class="MsoNormal">Still sheathed from when he got the thing,

<p class="MsoNormal">He grasped the handle, pulled it out,

<p class="MsoNormal">It came out with an evil ring.

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">Inside the pentagram,

<p class="MsoNormal">He cut open

<p class="MsoNormal">Her skin, and placed inside,

<p class="MsoNormal">The soul-taker,

<p class="MsoNormal">The wooden cross,

<p class="MsoNormal">And he did hide.

<p class="MsoNormal">Satan came, took her soul

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">And he cried. <ac_metadata title="[Amazing Story Title Goes Here] (666 words) (unreviewed, unedited)"> </ac_metadata>