Literary Exercise #17

[Anonymous No.6535785]

Because the original thread creator lost his faith on us.

Write whatever you want based on pic related, whether to warm up that prose or critique and be critiqued. All is welcomed.

[Anonymous No.6535809]

good night sweet prince.

[Anonymous No.6535878]

We're taught to embrace all the sufferings of life.
That the frugality of survival can disappear in the swift of a knife.
As long as we stand tall,
and we don't let ourselves fall,
life has been savored in its all.
We shall purge of weakness, and walk
towards glory and honor through death's hall.
Seeing the fallen we see
a reminder of how things will be,
since what we have left of time, day by day and hour by hour,
we shall take it and make it ours.

[Anonymous No.6536192]

>>6535785
An aura of silence surrounded his body. Though the room reeked of outside noise, from horses, conversations and orders from the superiors, these were ignored. We all felt it. We all knew it would happen. It would've easily been us there, laying in pain, fighting to survive, only to find that eternal peace. It will be us. From the color contrast of pale death, clean uniform and green leaves, whose aroma slightly played with us before being taken willingly by the outside breeze, from the innocent look of ignorance and sadness from the carefully groomed furry creature, to a poorly made deathbed due to lack of time and resources, we witness the words stemming from the common symbolism, screaming at us that it is worth the sacrifice, it is worth the ever growing endurance and beating, as it makes us stronger if we embrace it. And as long as we stand here, right on the face of its macabre conclusion, we will continue to fight.