To the Last

Author’s note: This is another post in my collection of micro fiction. I write these pieces to remind myself that I really need to work on my dialogue skills…

After spending the last of his energy. Having fought to the best of his ability. All that remained was to wait. Though not for long, a dull sound rising in his ears. A combination of the pounding in his chest, and the tread of his enemies approaching. “I know that sound,” he whispers. No doubt in his mind of the battle soon to occur. No doubt that he would raise his weapon one last time. Never forgetting why he began. The ideals he stands for need a champion to the last. To go quietly was never an option, death too must be earned it seems. Struggling to his he squares his shoulders, “They know who I am. Let them come if they have the courage.”

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

character development #9

Author’s note: I like to pretend that at some point I could write decent fiction, and so I occasionally dabble in imagining my characters…

There is a man they speak of, a mystery even to himself. He is a paradox. The more you meet him the less you know him. Given a multitude of names, he is many things to many people. A gentleman and a scholar. The warrior and the peacekeeper.aa Sophisticated yet course. Young and old. He is an outspoken hermit. Capable of shattering empires by his words, though rarely uttering a syllable. Terrifying to behold though his heart burns with compassion. Legend pursues him “Immortal!” they accuse him on the battlefield. He the first to correct. “I am entirely a man,” he states. Just trying to live the life he’s been given.

Peace, Love and Happiness…

–Joe