The priest stepped back a pace, tutting at the headsman’s lack of skill as he took a second swing with the axe.
Blood splattered the cloth of the incompetent executioners breeches as well as the frill of a, now askew, Elizabethan ruff.
The head, held by a sinew, lolled grotesquely while the body twitched spasmodically; its life’s blood spurting in ever decreasing arcs onto the block and boards below it.
Again the axe fell. The head toppled into the waiting catch-basket with a soft thud.
Muttering a hurried litany under his breath, the priest left the scaffold.
I enjoyed the entries from last week equally , so we all deserve a pat on the back I think as it's not easy to chose one above the rest . I can see how Sandra finds it difficult to keep choosing just one week after week.
Around age 12 I became interested in Elizabethan-era torture methods. Then, hanging, drowning, and thumbscrews were popular methods of punishment, and I’d employ them on my sister’s dolls. Doing so troubled my folks, who had a priest employ some “religious” therapy on me. He, of course, failed, and my folks, thinking him incompetent, sent him packing. I’m in my twenties now and my interests have turned to more brutal forms of torture. I am particularly infatuated with the Iron Maiden, The Rack and The Breast Ripper. I still live with my parents, and they soon will replace my sister’s dolls.
I've got a bit lost -not hard to do when Alzheimers is a word I now live wth... - anyone put some dates and links up for me? Thanks!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSorry Antonia, but sometimes my help would be of the blind leading the blind variety.
DeleteThe Right Momentum.
ReplyDeleteThe priest stepped back a pace, tutting at the headsman’s lack of skill as he took a second swing with the axe.
Blood splattered the cloth of the incompetent executioners breeches as well as the frill of a, now askew, Elizabethan ruff.
The head, held by a sinew, lolled grotesquely while the body twitched spasmodically; its life’s blood spurting in ever decreasing arcs onto the block and boards below it.
Again the axe fell. The head toppled into the waiting catch-basket with a soft thud.
Muttering a hurried litany under his breath, the priest left the scaffold.
that's one superb description , Terrie, grim and yet demanding to the last!!!
DeleteThis is a splendid example of great writing, Terrie.
DeleteSuperb, vivid and seemingly of the time.
DeleteI enjoyed the entries from last week equally , so we all deserve a pat on the back I think as it's not easy to chose one above the rest . I can see how Sandra finds it difficult to keep choosing just one week after week.
ReplyDeleteThis is SO well done, Terrie. I felt like I was on the scaffold.
ReplyDeleteA GROWING INTEREST
ReplyDeleteAround age 12 I became interested in Elizabethan-era torture methods. Then, hanging, drowning, and thumbscrews were popular methods of punishment, and I’d employ them on my sister’s dolls.
Doing so troubled my folks, who had a priest employ some “religious” therapy on me. He, of course, failed, and my folks, thinking him incompetent, sent him packing.
I’m in my twenties now and my interests have turned to more brutal forms of torture. I am particularly infatuated with the Iron Maiden, The Rack and The Breast Ripper.
I still live with my parents, and they soon will replace my sister’s dolls.
oh, nasty stuff, Jim, typical of your interest in all things horrid... LOL LOL LOL
ReplyDeleteI couldn't come up with anything readable, so I had to take a pass on this weeks collection.
ReplyDeleteNo doubt they also fear for your sisters.
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