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  • mrspectacular 1w


    'You there, have you seen the king's sceptre?', the chief of gaurds for the king cried as he went around with flyers of the king's sceptre in his hand. He looked very vexed like it were something very valuable to him that was stolen. Well, it was His Majesty's Sceptre, His Majesty's symbol of office that was missing. It was a kingdom problem and as a royal gaurd, it was definitely a deafening slap across his face.
    His majesty, Sir Fidelis Warren has a countenance so gloomy on the issue at hand that he would neither eat nor drink anything. He would not even speak to anyone but just stared up at the fine ceiling embellishments. He wondered how he would recover the stolen sceptre from whoever it was that had stolen it. The sceptre was quite a find, expensive and very precious. Without it, the town of Lugwid could not referred to as a people. All around the town, news filters about the occurrence and everyone is sent into panic mode wondering how they would live without a king. Sir Fidelis was not dead but he was not a king without his sceptre. Sure he had his regalia of a crown and a royal garment but all of that meant nothing without the sceptre. Without the sceptre, it was all just a cloth and crown that anyone could just walk into any supermarket in Lugwid or beyond and purchase cheaply but the sceptre was more precious than gold. This was a situation that had never occured in the history of the town of Lugwid but the palace had become more porous security-wise and flexible, privacy-wise that anyone could enter any part of the place without any special protocol since a number of people had brought petitions claiming that the king was far away from and very inaccessible to the people. Now this happened.
    His majesty, Sir Fidelis Warren could only imagine how stiff he would make the palace immediately he was able to recover his staff of office, there would be six gruelling stages one would need to go through before one could gain access again to him because he believed it is a matter of overfamiliarity that brought this shame upon the royal palace and the entire town of Lugwid.

    There was no reason for anyone within the town to steal the staff of office because he made sure he had implemented enough policies to make sure everyone lived comfortably and without as much as a single want so who could have done this act. Immediately, he commanded the arrest and detention of every foreigner in the town to ascertain which of them is behind the theft. Rounding them off and realizing they were so many, he narrows the list down to those who had accessed the palace which brought the list down to two person. Everyone followed closely the proceedings like their lives depended on it, eager to know who would be squashed by the winepress of the law and served as wine to the throats of its penitentiary for the lesson of his life which he would only be so lucky to live to relay.
    Jonah and Deval were the names of the two foreigners standing trial on the matter after the others had been cleared by the government on having nothing to do with the missing staff of office. If only they could know the truth by looking them in their eyes and recognizing the truly Innocent and the vilely guilty but that was impossible so investigations continued.
    A few of the citizens came up with an accusation against Jonah claiming to have seen him earlier with the staff of office and claimed to have questioned him on why he had committed such an abomination but he defiantly ignored their questions and told them the king was not suitable for kingship and that was the reason he had purposed by the theft of the staff of office to commandeer the town for himself but it was all balderdash. Deval was the real criminal and had planned with the accusers to pin the crime on Jonah for the fact that they had their own personal scores to settle.
    Jonah was innocent of all charges but what prompted Sir Fidelis' suspicion of his being perpetrator of the heinous crime against the state was his silence in the midst of Deval's heated defense being which Sir Fidelis and his committee of investigators took for admission to the crime. Deval's argument seemed to really sway the king and his investigators so much so that without any further investigation, Jonah was sentenced to death by hanging particularly because he would not show the king and his investigators to the place where he had hid the staff of office.

    Within seconds, a section of the king's sentry, in green military combat wears and solid shiny black boots take him up by his arms in theirs and drag him away to the prison to await execution the next day. They had some very hard hands, rugged and stony they would almost crush anyone they held in them. Jonah wept in the pains of their clutches but consoled himself that by his death, his pain would soon be over. He would have been all happy at the putting him out of the misery of the false accusations but the pains of torture filtered into his porous skin for the rest of the day and into the next morning.
    By the next morning, the day of his execution, he is woken up by the whiplash from a soldier gaurd at the prison where he is held. Jerking up his feet, he let out some tears. Looking very weak, he is beaten regardless to pick up the pace to the place of execution pulling behind him his element of execution- a board with nails-he would hoisted up in a parachute and thrown down onto it, killing him instantly or if he were lucky- a few minutes in gruelling pain before giving up the ghost.
    Reconsidering the idea of dropping him unto a board of nails after hoisting him 200 feet above the ground, His Majesty, Sir Fidelis Warren orders that he be pardoned for the crime positing that although the crime is abominable, it should be pardoned or judgement less stifer for something as insignificant as a staff but the people would not have it instead they agitated even more for his execution.
    Sir Fidelis unwilling to pursue any further the proceedings orders that he be kept out of whatever decision they decide to take on the matter seeing that they would not rest until Jonah's blood gushed out from him like a tap for their drinking pleasure.
    Quick to see to Jonah's death, the people rustle up an arena at a tree for his hanging. Each of them would later wonder why exactly they decided to support his death against all opposite indications. Dragging him to the tree, a rope is rung around his neck while mocking him for being so powerless against them at that moment whereas having the guts to have stolen the royal sceptre.
    Finally hung to die on the tree and certified dead, they all leave the venue in the surprising darkness as they could all swear that it was as bright as midday only a few minutes ago but here they were, staring at a darkness they could almost touch. Finding the occurrence very strange, they rush back to their homes to stay away from whatever danger may follow.
    ..Some hours later, he is brought down from the tree by his Majesty's soldiers, someone from amidst the crowd remarked 'Maybe this man was innocent and did not really steal the Sceptre. We probably murdered, in the name of justified execution, the wrong person'.
    Obtaining Jonah's body from the royal house, he was laid to final rest or so they thought. Deval thought to himself that in a little while when the heat of Jonah's death and missing sceptre dies down, he would overthrow the king and rule Lugwid permanently but he had no idea of what lay wait for him ahead.
    Three days after, news reaches Deval that Jonah had been spotted in three different locations at different times but he would not believing it maintaining that he had seen him and confirmed him dead and buried completely but hearing the stories continuously from different quarters of Lugwid, he knew it was something to panic about because he had barely started his tatkeover plan but this would put a spanner in his progress, he imagined.
    His Royal Majesty, Sir Warren would probably hand over the kingdom to Jonah seeing that he was unjustly punished even after telling the truth. The king as expected orders a manhunt for Deval. One Monday morning, Deval is taking a stroll around the town while devising a plan to forestall and foil the enthronement of Jonah as king when he is spotted by some members of the royal sentry. He is chased for a few minutes until he loses them in an alley. Realising the failure of his plan, Deval flees the town seeking asylum wherever he can find it believing that running now would be the best so that one day when the people of Ludwig least expect it, he will strike back and take the throne but as usual, he knows little.


  • vasubandhu 11w


  • shaileshkp 48w

    Invest in planning more than you do in execution

    A door which is meant to be pulled will not open if you push it...
    Similarly... if you are not getting desirable results out of the effort... maybe.. the course of action is wrong....

    You never fail... Your plan fails...
    You never lose... Your planning loses...

    Depite of wasting time in action...
    Invest time in planning...

    A business idea never fails...
    The business plan fails...


  • imkaushiksanyal 52w

    To all the abandoned
    plans of April,
    Don't get fooled.
    In time
    you'll be executed.

    Kaushik Sanyal

  • nancyrao1970 54w


    Time to wear my outfit
    Time to showcase my talent
    Audience expecting me to outhit
    Friends encouraging me to do excellent

    It was the time for showdown
    Welcomed with applauses and noise
    I applying my makeup got to do the hoedown
    Convincing myself to be polite and poise

    When the curtain fell off, I caught my breath
    To perform without fear is coming near death.

  • benjamins_poetry_ 72w

    Familiar execution

    I heard a call
    From the desolate incrimination
    There’s something about broken love
    The familiarity of an illness
    The similarity of a stillness
    Illegal stamina of two people
    How could I be myself?
    With your cancerous retribution
    Heaven forbid our blanket of warmth
    Is killing your solution
    Heaven forbid we all discuss
    And avoid this execution

  • vinayrastogi 73w



  • smileyone 80w

    Criminal's death

    "One, two, three!"

    Those last words pierce my soul.
    Blindfolded, hands restless and boundless, trying to pray in those last seconds.
    I know I should repent, but there is no time.
    I just think of the bullet piercing my heart.
    With my last breath, I say
    "I am not scared, it will just last a second."
    I was right.
    Bullet hit me, and I felt nothing.
    It was shock perhaps, adrenalin rushing through my body.
    But the moment before I died I felt pain
    and instant remorse.
    ""Sorry!" My last thought is "Sorry". But what good is it now?
    Let me just leave my body and go.
    I am gone.

  • theoniking 81w

    Welcome, dear Oni.

    Muffled, by the cruel conscience for years
    Choking on a rag of glass wool infused with sanity,
    Rage had finished boiling within,
    war was waged
    against foolish innocence,
    Sense had once suggested penance,
    A former minister of morality, now brought down to face mortality,
    Sense was lit on fire, hanging by the noose
    severing his trachea,
    a limp lost loose piece of meat,
    Receiving the punishment he had once sentenced,
    Dangling, dying, for the amusement of the demons inside,
    taking great pleasure
    in observing his suffering,
    Tugging the rope, watching his eyes drain of hope,
    I smiled at my dear companions....
    Mourn me.
    For I am a demon once more...


  • kkael_ 90w

    "‘The Execution of Lady Jane Grey by Paul Delaroche, 1833"

    #PaulDelaroche #Painting #Past #Nine #Queen #Execution #LadyJaneGrey #England

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    Execution of Jane

    Today is our field trip day, I won't supposed to attend if it's not because of incentives.

    And for me to enjoy myself inside this boring museum of various arts, I walked apart from my classmates.

    "Keep on walking, Lady." I frowned with what I heard. "The execution is about to start, Lady Jane." I looked at the back, assuming that someone is following me, but no one is here except me and-- paintings.

    I continued observing every painting in this hallway.

    I saw a man eating lady flesh. A baby with some weird features such as claws and frightening eyes. A blind guy whose cutting his tongue while smiling. If someone would be here, they will surely escape out of this place.

    O-on the other hand, I felt that I actually belong here, despite of an eerie feeling. I also don't know why.

    At the end of the corridor, I can see the huge frame of the painting. My vision isn't good as anyone thought.

    I froze as I reached the painting. I felt my knees are trembling and the shivers down to my spine.

    "Please dispatch me quickly." I unconsciously uttered.

    I know who's this girl in the painting. Even she has blindfolds-- I know it was me.

    I remembered my last 9 days wearing my crown and how unfortunate I am to be executed.

    And I found myself running away from this cursed hallway.

    She's definitely me, no doubts.


  • ritika_1999 92w

    Kuch masloon ne dil tod kr rakh diya hai,
    Raste me khamoshi ka mod rakh diya hai,
    Chalna fir bhi hai kyunki manzil ka armaan hai,
    Par mukammal hone tak pattharo ka maidaan hai.....


  • vinayrastogi 92w


  • theoniking 94w

    The hazy castle (P.II)...

    (First person) :

    Cultivated by my curiosity,
    grew over the years,
    Physically feeble, his eyes grey, finally lifeless,
    Limbs no longer living, lying against the wall,
    Scratches on his wretched wrists, flesh and nail rotting on the floor,
    Flies enjoyed the flaccid flavor of his mouth,
    I approached, but the fear no longer lingered in his eyes,
    Clutching him by the throat,
    I dragged him through the door.


  • shoumeet_saha_poetry 94w


    Whom are you hiding from?
    When all your fears and failures
    lived deep within you,

    Whom are you trying
    to escape from?
    When the only person or situation
    you try to run from was you,

    It's how we face them
    that helps us grow together,
    Not by hiding from them,

    If hiding was the solution then
    why are we still here and
    unable to do the things
    the way we want to?

    Why do we still struggle
    to face challenges and
    move forward the way
    we had planned to?


  • theoniking 94w


    Glistening smoke,
    Caged innumerable minute particles,
    Effortlessly embracing the air, fleeing from the furious barrel,
    Crisp, smouldering with breathtaking beauty, barely for a second..

    The scent,
    Reached his nose, before it reached mine,
    I wonder if he enjoyed the aroma,
    Before the end of all his misery,
    If only he could talk,
    Yet another miserable mystery,
    Written by my Glock...


  • theoniking 95w

    I always was an overgrown child....

    I was always an overgrown child,
    I remembered the old days
    as I treated my lungs to a swig of musty air,
    I used to passionately play with my lovely dolls,
    Admiring their beauty, different dresses
    I'd make them wear,
    So lifeless,
    so defenseless,
    I kept them
    safe inside those four walls,
    I wondered how they would feel if they were real, what a wonderful time we would share...

    I exhaled, wondering if the mother was on the other side of the window,
    Her daughter,
    my favorite, I had given her a beautiful pale glow,
    Ahh, it had been a dream come true,
    So still,
    so lifeless,
    she truly was a lovely view,
    I had such an exquisite time playing with her,
    I would soon have to join her, as life began turning into a blur,
    As I felt the needle sending the fluid through my veins,
    I couldn't even feel the ghastly pain,
    As I reminisced,
    at the glass I smiled,
    I was always an overgrown child...


  • jha_shruti 95w

    Execution is more important than making a time table...


  • vinayrastogi 103w

    "Quick decision propels
    Quicker action and gets
    Quickest execution."

  • itzz_ayushman 104w

    Execution is the thing,

    Speculation is nothing.


  • verminsavage 104w

    Seeing Red

    I see red, my friends.
    Red is all I see.
    Red hot rage, thundering,
    Coursing through my body.
    The red of blood spilt
    Upon the marble floor,
    The red of flashing lights
    And sirens at my door.
    The red of sacrifice
    At a courtroom crest,
    And red flashing in my eyes
    As I limply rest.