My First Prose Post

For background, this was entered in a challenge that asked the question: What do authors feel when killing off a character?

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The kind soul; the empathizer; even the lighthearted- bound to a thousand deaths by literature.

What’s left? The pain? The ruin? The cruel parts of the world? I continue writing, adding yet another knife to the mere words on the page. Who will be the next one to kiss the hands of Death?

Into the climax.

Will it be the jokester? The generous? Possibly the honest? Or maybe all three.

After: the brave. The faithful. The shy.

Personalities written away from the narrative.

And in the grande finale of it all, I kill off one last character with a stroke of a pen- my humanity.