Other Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Sepia ❯ Unfair Trial ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Denise Labasano
1/10/08
Per 4
The murmurs died down as he stood there, waiting for his supposed “trial”. Anthony stood, nervous, body straight as a bow. People sneered and snickered while I just watched him fidget in his place. I don’t think this supposed “punishment” is right. I do think that the right thing to do, is to give this “man” a right trial, and then convict him of what he has done. What he committed was adultery, and I’m not surprised to quite tell you. Course, this burning pole should tell people that he is of course guilty. Unfair really.
The metal hissed as they heated it over the roaring fire. Anthony’s eyes started to flash as he stared at the pole, muttering to himself prayers of protection, that God would come and rescue him from this. Of course, it’s just a fee Anthony. Why shudder at the pain when it’s just an unfair petty punishment. All you do is withstand the pain, and pay your fine. He should be locked up, not pricked by fire. The crowd watches on, as the pole is brought to him. Another man reads out what Anthony has done, as the pole sings as it was swung. Silence ushered, as the he braced for the worst. A loud hiss, and the faint sickly sweet smell of his burning flesh tainted the air. He tried his best to keep his face straight, but it was obviously excruciating. Many cringed, as I just watched, burning holes into the side of his head with my eyes, and just as I did, his eyes caught mine, and when they did, his eyes showed regret, I’m sorry is what I can read from those eyes. Turning away, I wished that he was locked up for good,
“I’ll be waiting for the fine.”
1/10/08
Per 4
The murmurs died down as he stood there, waiting for his supposed “trial”. Anthony stood, nervous, body straight as a bow. People sneered and snickered while I just watched him fidget in his place. I don’t think this supposed “punishment” is right. I do think that the right thing to do, is to give this “man” a right trial, and then convict him of what he has done. What he committed was adultery, and I’m not surprised to quite tell you. Course, this burning pole should tell people that he is of course guilty. Unfair really.
The metal hissed as they heated it over the roaring fire. Anthony’s eyes started to flash as he stared at the pole, muttering to himself prayers of protection, that God would come and rescue him from this. Of course, it’s just a fee Anthony. Why shudder at the pain when it’s just an unfair petty punishment. All you do is withstand the pain, and pay your fine. He should be locked up, not pricked by fire. The crowd watches on, as the pole is brought to him. Another man reads out what Anthony has done, as the pole sings as it was swung. Silence ushered, as the he braced for the worst. A loud hiss, and the faint sickly sweet smell of his burning flesh tainted the air. He tried his best to keep his face straight, but it was obviously excruciating. Many cringed, as I just watched, burning holes into the side of his head with my eyes, and just as I did, his eyes caught mine, and when they did, his eyes showed regret, I’m sorry is what I can read from those eyes. Turning away, I wished that he was locked up for good,
“I’ll be waiting for the fine.”