The Diary Leonard Francis Stuart
You thought your life was bad, well I was in the worst position in my life...
The thick uncomfortable rope wrapped tightly around my neck, a gigantic figure walked up to the wooden lever ready to send me to hell, surely only a miracle would save me now. If only I hadn’t stolen those coins, if only I’d listened to my mother, then I wouldn’t be in this situation. Not even my trusty Knife would cut me out of this.
1585 October 15th
My loved ones faded away before my eyes their faces melting to ashes and I didn’t help, my child and my wife are just memories now that damned disease has crazed me, made me do things I thought I would never do.
1585 November 27th
The light discoloured away like paper being burnt. Today rich blood would spill
I edged my way through the dusty cobble street the night left me with many choices of who to kill or steal from see my name had become quite well known.
My athleticism allows me to choose many ways to get away roofs, streets, porches these were all ways to escape.
I slid from the wall watching my target, blade ready, I crouched and then leapt the black rusted knife slit his neck as easy as cutting butter with a butter knife. He held his hand over his neck trying to stop the blood there was nothing he could do now.
I couldn’t stop now I wanted more blood, more suffering. His rich fat body fell, his white clothes stained with red. I felt around for the money this was enough to keep me going for a while.
I threw the body into the river. Life less and red tainted this was not the life I intended to live, each kill satisfied me...but only for a few days.
1585 November
I walked up to a rich women with bright scarlet hair and incredible beauty but this was no time to gawk her. I examined her she had many things I could steal, she seemed to be a bit sot I ran over to her and started to flirt. She seemed to be holding my hand already but I wasn’t here for love! Money and blood was my aim, for I could never replace my beloved ones I showed the sign that I was about to leave and kissed her hand but I had thought this out, my teeth hooked onto her ring and pulled slowly and lightly. It was off. This was surely worth at least a Fine Sovereign. I ran she looked down at her ring with a smile on her face but this smile curved upside down in a matter of no time, she had noticed, she screamed out to the guards he’s nicked my ring the Git he’s over yonder.
This was a chance to get away but the Lifter every body knew me as the man who was never caught was about to be caught. My legs ran as fast as they humanly could run but it was no use the warders would catch me eventually. I stopped in my tracks the pain would end if I gave up.
My face unexpectedly was rammed into the ground blood streamed out of my nose hot blood steamed on cold ground. I knew what was next...
The thick uncomfortable rope wrapped tightly around my neck, a gigantic figure walked up to the wooden lever ready to send me to hell but I deserved this. At least it would take away my endless pain!
By Richard Rose
You thought your life was bad, well I was in the worst position in my life...
The thick uncomfortable rope wrapped tightly around my neck, a gigantic figure walked up to the wooden lever ready to send me to hell, surely only a miracle would save me now. If only I hadn’t stolen those coins, if only I’d listened to my mother, then I wouldn’t be in this situation. Not even my trusty Knife would cut me out of this.
1585 October 15th
My loved ones faded away before my eyes their faces melting to ashes and I didn’t help, my child and my wife are just memories now that damned disease has crazed me, made me do things I thought I would never do.
1585 November 27th
The light discoloured away like paper being burnt. Today rich blood would spill
I edged my way through the dusty cobble street the night left me with many choices of who to kill or steal from see my name had become quite well known.
My athleticism allows me to choose many ways to get away roofs, streets, porches these were all ways to escape.
I slid from the wall watching my target, blade ready, I crouched and then leapt the black rusted knife slit his neck as easy as cutting butter with a butter knife. He held his hand over his neck trying to stop the blood there was nothing he could do now.
I couldn’t stop now I wanted more blood, more suffering. His rich fat body fell, his white clothes stained with red. I felt around for the money this was enough to keep me going for a while.
I threw the body into the river. Life less and red tainted this was not the life I intended to live, each kill satisfied me...but only for a few days.
1585 November
I walked up to a rich women with bright scarlet hair and incredible beauty but this was no time to gawk her. I examined her she had many things I could steal, she seemed to be a bit sot I ran over to her and started to flirt. She seemed to be holding my hand already but I wasn’t here for love! Money and blood was my aim, for I could never replace my beloved ones I showed the sign that I was about to leave and kissed her hand but I had thought this out, my teeth hooked onto her ring and pulled slowly and lightly. It was off. This was surely worth at least a Fine Sovereign. I ran she looked down at her ring with a smile on her face but this smile curved upside down in a matter of no time, she had noticed, she screamed out to the guards he’s nicked my ring the Git he’s over yonder.
This was a chance to get away but the Lifter every body knew me as the man who was never caught was about to be caught. My legs ran as fast as they humanly could run but it was no use the warders would catch me eventually. I stopped in my tracks the pain would end if I gave up.
My face unexpectedly was rammed into the ground blood streamed out of my nose hot blood steamed on cold ground. I knew what was next...
The thick uncomfortable rope wrapped tightly around my neck, a gigantic figure walked up to the wooden lever ready to send me to hell but I deserved this. At least it would take away my endless pain!
By Richard Rose