Alone

Aug 07, 2011 19:46

Title:  Alone
Author: Alaylith
Rating: G
Characters: Watson
Summary: Watson is alone in his snowy tomb. (July Amnesty Prompt 09)
WordCount: 100
Prompt: Amnesty 09 ~~~ Rhyme.  Crackfic or not, true poetry or not, your entire fic must in some way rhyme.  You may waive the 100-word minimum for this prompt.
Author's Note: My FIRST drabble! YES! And it was just a coincidence. ;) I wrote the thing and then counted the words and BAM - exactly 100 words without trying. ^^
It is nothing fancy as I can't write poems, especially not English ones. I used an online generator which gave me words which rhyme to the one I entered - e.g. meaning I wrote the first sentence and took the last word coldness and entered this into the generator and the generator gave me a list of words which rhyme to coldness. This way I got boundless and created the second sentence and so on.
It may sound funny to you, but I am almost completely unable to make English rhymes. My pronounciation is almost completely wrong as I mostly read/write/listen to English, but I myself never speak it. E.g. I speak breath like breathe and thus never realized that breath rhymes to death. ._. And on the other hand I just can't think of any words. xD Even though I know all the words, I just did not get them when I thought about it. :b
Thankfully I found the generator and was able to create this little piece, I even like it (even though it is quite simple). :D

This takes place after Buried Alive.

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He is embraced by coldness
And the darkness seems boundless.

He is engulfed by silence
And there is nothing for guidance.

He fears for his life
And the pain is like a knife.

He closes his eyes,
Awaiting his end.
The hope finally dies,
Initiating his heavenly ascent.

But then light breaks through
And carries a voice.
His life starts anew,
As he makes a final choice.

He gathers his strength
And his arm covers the length.

He takes a deep breath
And he is pulled from his death.

Grey eyes meet his own
And he is no longer alone.

sherlock holmes, drabble/ficlet, story, ww july prompts

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