"You're a weapon and weapons don't weep" that's all I heard ever since I was born. I stand straight, my sword in front of my friend. The blade is covered in others blood and mine, my clothes ruined and stained in blood. I can run faster then a normal human, I know all of their tricks but I met someone that over the years we been friends, he gotten stronger.
We fought to find out who is stronger and each time it was a tie, this time his sword was covered in my blood his hands covered in my blood. His blade stuck in my chest, he is the stronger one. I fall to the ground coughing up blood, I feel hot liquid run down my cheeks.
He is behind me now as I cry for the first time, I hear screaming only to realize that it was me, he pulled out the blade causing the bleeding to quicken. He picked up my sword and held it close to him "you won my friend" I weakly say before looking up at him. He wasn't there anymore, he was beside me on the ground with my sword in his stomach.
I smile before laying next to him, finally getting a much need rest after years of war and death, I finally get to see my family again.
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Short Stories
NouvellesShort stories of different writing prompts. All writing prompts that I find are on Pinterest. Sometimes I might write in French but it will never be a full story only a sentence or two, or the title. If you ever have a question on what the French se...
