Without the slightest hesitation, he went to the door on the right, and opened it. The man’s racing heart was heard from the princess as she anticipated a figure she would regret seeing. The low growl from the darkness, inside the open door. Out with no hesitation comes a er with its frightening fangs showing, ready for a fight. To the king’s enjoyment, he laughs at the petrified face the man makes to the reaction of the tiger while slowly walking backwards, one step after another. As the princess watches, she hears no one but her own. oulse in her mind picking up a pace Should she be happy after seeing her love’s reaction?
Her distraction resumed to the presence of terror once the man tripped on a rock whites walking, now on the ground. The audience chant with the joyful king, to his amusement to not let the intense feeling fall. The man grasps to his feet and with the sweep of dry soil against the mans feet, he runs. The princess could’t believe what she was seeing, yet once again thinking through until her thoughts came to a conclusion. She knew, this was HER best decision. Knowing she would rather watch the man get killed and ripped to pieces than to feel agony of jealousy for the rest of her thoughts. The audience screamed in awe as the faded yell of the man is choked by the tiger’s bite The blood seeps out at the same time a tear rolls down the princess’s cheek. Soon, silence fell over the people in the arena and the King stands from his seat for reassurance.
I wrote this piece during an 8th grade writing class. An activity like any other in grade school. I found myself proud of this piece as a child, so I chose to hold on to it.
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