Tragedy! Death! Linkup!

So now it is time for a collection of Tragic Death Scenes under 3000 words, written by people (at least, that is what they said they were, but you can never be sure). Wicked smiles play upon my lips as I think of the poor bloggers who I roped into this tragic post.
Lest you should find my conduct a bit untoward, I hasten to assure that my conduct is completely untoward, and you have every right to find it so. And now (muahahahaha!!) for the sad death scenes of 'people'. Thank you, So-Called-People, so much for your lovely sadness, tragedy, and furrowing of the ceremonial brow on my part.
I will now.....
shut up.

I do not necessarily agree with or endorse the contents of the following snippets, their authors, or their author's blogs.

A Scene From The Girls Who Are Not Princesses Who Dance Every Night Starting From A Certain Night And Who Sell Flowers - 625 words - un-edited.

By The Lady Awdur from The Pen of Awdur

Mama died when I was ten. It was nearly five years ago, to be sure, but I remember it clearly as I know my own name, far clearer than I care to. She was pregnant with my tenth little sister and her time had come. She was on her hands and knees, weeding the garden, when she suddenly called Magnolia and I from where we were sitting on the stone bench. My mother's face was white and Magnolia, having delivered five of my sisters, knew what she needed. With our help, Mama staggered to her bedroom. Since the birth of my sister Violet, Mama hadn't been able to afford a midwife, but Magnolia, twelve years old then, was capable. She wiped my mother's forehead and prepared the baby's wraps.
At one point, when my gentle mother was nearly screaming in frustration and pain, Magnolia shooed me away to watch my other sisters, so I don't know exactly went wrong. I think there was just too much blood. When I came back in, two hours later, Mama was lying on the bed, exhausted, as Magnolia washed a little baby.
"Rose," my mother panted, "would you bring me one of the scarlet roses from the north side of the garden?" The scarlet roses were her favorite. I ran and clipped three blossoms, hurriedly placed them in a jar of water, as Mama had taught me, and brought it back to her.
"Lovely," she murmured. I didn't understand the urgency then, nor did I know the ache of a heart that simply doesn't want to be conscious any longer, or I would have thrown my arms around her and buried my nose in her thick, wavy, black hair.
Mama told me to bring all my sisters in, then, and she gave each of us a gentle kiss in turn. Her last words were that she loved us, her precious blossoms.
Larkspur, Daisy, and Pansy, all under the age of four then, didn't understand, of course, but the rest of us were filled with acute agony over the next few days as we were faced with the wretched task of gathering what money there was in the house to pay for Mama's funeral. Father drank himself into a stupor that night, so he was no help. I grew up more in those few days than I had in all my ten years; we all did.
She was buried with her beloved scarlet roses surrounding her. As a child, I had never associated my parents' marriage with the lovers my mother favored; I had never seen my father kiss Mama, never thought that they loved each other. But I think they must have once been in love, or my father would not have embarrassed himself by crying as he did at her funeral. Then again, it wasn't as if he had a reputation to lose. I wonder sometimes if he was crying more for remorse over her life than her death, perhaps feeling guilty for not caring for her or loving her while she lived. Whatever he felt, it did not inspire in him any change. We had scarcely finished eating the funeral luncheon provided by some of the ladies of the town, than he informed us that with our mother's income gone (she mended clothes as well as selling flowers) we would starve, so we must take her place. Only Magnolia, Aster, and I could sew, and many of Mama's clients lived too far away for us to walk to, anyway. So we started selling flowers, calling out our wares to every passerby so loudly our throats grew raw, rain or shine, cold or hot, our feet aching by the time we went home. We had no other option.

Untitled Piece - 857 words - un-edited.

By Anne-girl from Scribblings of my Pen and Tappings of my Keyboard.

The late afternoon sun slanted through the treetops, touching lightly where is touched at all. Beneath the boy the grass was warm and above the boy the air chugged as if it formed a breeze not of it's own will. 
The cat wriggled past him all black promise of adventure and whiskered disdain at the thought of including anyone in the secret he obviously held. The boy made one grab for his heat drunk playmate and then lay still again, cheek pressed against the ribbons of green.
"Your majesty,"  the woman had stood there an hour, wringing her hands and the boy had almost forgotten her presence, "Your majesty, please come back in."
The boy didn't stir his body, he only turned his head and looked into the pool that stretched down small and perfectly circular, some said to the very bowls of the earth.
"I will fetch your mother your majesty."
The boy said nothing but his tongue flicked out and he waved it impudently at a small beetle making it's way towards his face.
After a time there were soft footsteps on the tired grass. The boy did not look up, "Read to me?"
There was a rustle and a bit of silk flopped over the back of his knee, "Majesty..."
"No," said the boy, "Not today. Or I'll have a tantrum."
The silk covered woman laughed, "It's been five years since you've had one son."
"I still know how."
The leather cover creaked and the pages rustled, she had known what he would ask her to do.
"Said Hasloka to the beast, "Foul monster you may not..."
No," the boy turned his head again, looking up at the woman in silk, "No not that part."
"Which part son?" A swallow dipped, skimming the surface of the round pool, the woman saw it and hated it with a very small part of her, "Won't you come in dear?"
The boy frowned and moved restlessly on the grass, "I am king, I can do this wherever I want to do it. They all sigh to much indoors. And you know which bit."
The woman bent her head and flipped through the book again, "The time came, as it must for all men, for Hasloka to die, he called to him his scribes and chief councilors and asked them one last question, ' is is honorable for a man who has fought great battles to die on his bed with no last foe to vanquish in his dying?'"
The boy turned and looked back at the pool, "Keep going, it's hot and I want to think of something, and my cat left me."
The silk clad woman trembled but read on in a steady voice, "The councilors and scribes reasoned together and they brought the dying hero this answer, "oh great ruler of the people, oh great hero of the land, death is only dishonorable to those who have fought no battles.' And so smiling, the great hero blessed his people, gave his son the writing of advice that Acoa had given him, and went to meet the master with great peace."
The boy reached out his hand and trailed fingers in the water, "I rescued that cat when it was a kitten," he said, "And now it thinks it's too good for me."
The boy's breathing was more ragged now, "It does hurt rather mother, in my head. You wouldn't think me an awful fool if I asked you to stroke it would you?"
The silk clad woman lifted his head into her lap, "They'll be punished son, the people who did this too you. We'll find them and..."
He picked at the lace on her sleeve, "You know what'll make them angriest?" There was a chuckle in his voice.
The swallow swooped low again this time over their heads, the woman's jeweled hands winked in the sunlight as she stroked the boy's head, "What, son?" The idea would live on, even after her son was dead, the memory and the dream would still live, she would see to that.
"That our dungeons don't provide," he pitched his voice higher, "The delicacies to which they are used."
The woman laughed remembering the looks on the ambassadors' faces when they had first seen her son's court.
The boy twitched and grabbed her hand, "I do love you mums," he said, "Even though you get soppy sometimes."
There were heavy, nervous footsteps on the grass,"Please your highness, won't you convince his majesty to come inside?"
The woman turned her head and looked at the chief chancellor, "His majesty is dead."
The chancellor started to sob, "Before even his first battle! Such a shame! Such a shame!"
But the silk clad woman turned away form him, the sun slanted down through the leaves and the little cat came wriggling back writhing over the boy and rubbing up against him.
 "Stupid cat," said the woman, and then she kissed the boy's forehead, picked up the book and went inside, "There are battles" said the woman as she walked past dozens of useless, weeping people, "And then there are battles."  

A Snippet, A Death, and A Spoiler - 2,416 words

By The Author

We stepped out into the cool desert morning. There was a gentle breath of wind brushing against my cheek, and the sun nearly blinded me. It was so good to see it again after so long. This was Ukani’s first time out too, and I heard him sigh as he stood by my side. Everything was delightful. Nefru had a good plan in mind, and Ukani was well and loved me. And I was well, and the sun was shining, and we were all well fed and rested.
We had no camels it was true, but that didn’t bother us as much as it probably should have. Coming out of the ruins of the Shrine itself, we came to the temple that had once stood outside of it. Or at least, what was left of the temple. It had been a massive building, and the ruined walls towered above us. Nefru led us through what was once the inner sanctum, then out to where the public were allowed to place their sacrifices. A brief prayer of thanks was given to Hathor at this point, and it seemed to me that the wind stopped and a great sigh came instead.
Suddenly an arrow landed on the ground beside Nefru, it was red, with a black Snake on it. A warning shot.
The men readied their bows and spears and knife, and they waited. They formed a circle, with me in the middle. There was a long silence and no one moved. Then it all started at once. A figure dressed completely in red and black leapt out at Sipthah and several others followed. There were at least twenty of the enemy, and only seven of us. I don’t really remember much. I saw Nefru struggling with one of the enemy; Ukani was rushing to the aid of Mendes, leaving two dead men where he had been. Everything was confused and frenzied, I had no idea what was happening; no one seemed to notice me where I crouched against an ancient pillar. Then I heard Nefru’s voice loud and clear.
“Don’t fight! RUN!!”
And we ran. I don’t know where he thought we were going to run to but it didn’t matter. The enemy had horses. They were upon us again at once. It was stupid to fight, but we fought anyway. That is, the men fought. I don’t remember what I did. My eyes were focused on Nefru and Ukani, fighting side by side. Everything around me was fast and muddled, but it seemed as if I could clearly see everything that those two did. They were killing plenty, but there were too many, and they were badly wounded. Nefru had a long bloody gash in his leg, and it was slowing him down. Ukani did not seem to badly hurt, and for the first time, I realized how much taller he was than Nefru. He seemed to tower over his younger brother. And he was angry. I was almost afraid of him, though I knew he would never hurt me. I could see the hate and bloodlust in his eyes as he fought.
He and Nefru were the only ones of our group who had swords. The rest of us had knifes, spears, and bows and arrows. But all of the enemies were armed with scimitars and there was no hope of winning. But still they fought on, and it seemed to me that Hathor must be giving them some strange strength, though she could do little else. It was not given to her power to kill. She could do nothing until she had the Pendant again. I saw one of the Snakes (for I was sure that they were the Snakes) step out of the fight a little and take his bow from his back. He fitted the red arrow to the string, and pulled it back. Then he waited. I followed to where his arrow was pointed, and I realized what he was doing. He was waiting for Nefru to be even remotely still. Then he would shoot him.
“Nefru!!” I screamed, hoping he would hear me over the fray. He did, and he turned to look at me. He was still for a moment, and that was all that the Snake needed. He let the arrow go, but it did not hit Nefru. It hit Mendes, who had placed himself in front of his kinsman. He staggered back a little, and Nefru caught him. I could see him saying Mendes’ name, but it was no use. Mendes could hear nothing. He could see nothing. He was dead. I screamed as an arm shot around my waist and pulled me away. One look at the black-gloved hand on my hip was enough to tell me that my captor was a Snake. I kicked his legs, and struggled to get away from him. But he did not seem bothered or angry, I heard him laugh a little under his breath. I finally looked up and my blood ran cold as I realized what he was doing. He wasn’t going to take me to the leader or kill me, he was dragging me away from the battle, back towards the opening of the shrine. His hand was covering my mouth, but I bit hard and in the moment of freedom I screamed Ukani’s name. I was beginning to faint, but I forced myself to stay awake. I saw Ukani struggling to reach me, but it was Nefru who managed to break out of the fight. He had his own sword in one hand and was brandishing a bloody scimitar in his other hand, no doubt stolen from one of the Snakes.  He came immediately to my rescue, and my captor released me at once so that he could face Nefru. But the Snake was a smallish man, and I knew at once who would win. I didn’t want to watch, but I felt a hideous fascination and I could not tear my eyes away. Nefru drove his sword through the man’s heart, and easily removed his head with the scimitar. I shrank back a little as Nefru reached out and put a hand on my shoulder.
“You alright?” He asked quickly. I nodded. He smiled ever so slightly and pulled a knife from his belt.
“Here,” he said, handing it to me.
“I can’t fight, Nefru. I have no idea…” I faltered.
“It’s not for fighting, Reniseb. Don’t let them get a hold of you. Now run. Run!”
I realized suddenly what he meant. The knife was to kill myself with, rather than let the Snakes catch me. I shook my head, but it was too late to do anything. The enemy were already there. Nefru tried to break free, but he was overpowered and helpless. I watched in horror as the chief of the snakes drew a long, cruel knife from his belt. I could hear Ukani yelling, but my eyes were fixed on Nefru. He was held by two of the enemy, but his eyes were still bright and defiant. The leader spoke. His voice was black, cold, and mocking. His face was masked, but I could hear his cruel smile when he spoke.
“So, you are caught at last, son of???? (A noble, well known as the head advisor of the previous Pharaoh). You and your elusive brother. Oh yes, we know who you are, Ukani,” he said, turning to Ukani. “As the older son, we thought you might be easier to find, but you have led us quite a chase. In fact, I confess that finding you with Nefru was something we had not even dared to hope for.”
There was a derisive laugh from Ukani, he seemed to have regained his good spirits, though he was completely covered in blood, and most of it his own.
“I am always happy to give another a good time, and I trust that chasing me about the world was quite fun. Good, I intended it to be. But, we have not been introduced. That is, you seem to know my name, but I do not know yours. Though I recognize your young friend.”
I followed Ukani’s gaze to Sipthah, who was standing nearby, unbound and sword in hand. He did not seem to be enjoying himself, and was avoiding meeting the gaze of Nefru or Ukani. He looked almost apologetic.
“Nefru,” he said, his voice pleading. “Just agree to help them. They won’t kill you if you do what they want. What loyalty do you owe Hathor? She didn't think to warn you that we would be waiting out here. She obviously doesn’t care that much about you. And Pharaoh only wants you as a puppet to do his bidding. If you join us, you can be your own master.”
Nefru didn’t say anything, but Ukani seemed quite cheerful.
“Now this is an interesting proposition Sipthah, I would say yes though it wouldn’t really work because I have absolutely no honor, and would just as soon break my promise to you has not. My dear brother, however, has plenty of honor, and if he accepted, he would actually stay true to his word. Though he hated every moment. Unfortunately, the only reason you would accept his ‘yes’ is the very reason you aren’t going to get the chance. So I really think that you should go ahead and take me instead. Now, I would be quite willing to serve you as long as you wouldn’t require me to kill my good friends here.”
The Snake leader laughed.
“I am well aware of your lack of honor, Ukani, and I must admit that I could use a man like that. The only problem is that as soon as I set you free, I would be in great danger of being throttled in my sleep. So I am afraid that we must turn to your brother for assistance.”
Nefru shook his head.
“You know that I am not going to help you. If you tortured me in front of my brother, I am sure that he would throw all of Egypt to the crocodiles to save me, for all the good it would do. It is for this very reason that I have not told him anything of interest to you. Nor have I told anyone but Pharaoh himself. And I am sure that you can do your worst to all of us without getting one word out of Pharaoh, so you might as well give up.”
Nefru’s voice was determined and unfaltering. He seemed completely resigned to whatever fate was in store for him.
The Snake leader motioned to the men holding me, and they pulled me forward. Ukani made yet another unsuccessful effort to free himself. Nefru looked a little surprised and worried, but otherwise he remained the same. The leader grabbed my wrist and the other men holding onto me let go and stepped back. I tried to free my hand, but I could not even move my arm. The strength of the Snake surprised me, I had at least expected his own hand to move a little bit when I pulled as hard as I could, but his arm remained motionless. I had never before felt so utterly powerless.
“Now then,” began the leader, “you may not tell when you are being hurt, but how would you react to this girl being hurt?”
Ukani really did break loose this time, but he was caught again at once and held back by three men.
“Don’t tell them anything, Nefru. I can bear it,” I said in an effort to seem brave, though I was terrified.
“No you can’t, Reniseb. If you knew anything you would tell them.” Nefru’s words stung me.
“It will not work,” Nefru was saying to the leader, “as much as I care for all of these people here, nothing would ever induce me to tell you what you want to know.”
He meant it, I could tell. I am sure that he was being very brave, but to me it seemed as though he was only being selfish and cold. I was so afraid. Afraid of what they might do. Afraid of pain. Afraid of death. I didn’t want Nefru to tell them what they wanted to know. But at the same time, I did want him to. It didn’t occur to me that if Nefru told them, they would have no trouble killing us all and leaving our bodies where they fell.
The Snake leader was silent for a moment, then he shook his head slowly.
“Too bad, Nefru. I really wanted to keep you all alive. Die now, and know that your companions will not be spared what pain I might have spared them had you been more cooperative.”
Nefru nodded.
“So be it,” he said.
“Nefru! You can’t just go without a fight.” I cried, trying again to break free. This time I was released. I stumbled forward came close to Nefru.
He shook his head.
“Reniseb, leave me be. What good would fighting do? Even if I could break loose, they would catch me again before I could even get a sword.”
“Nefru, please. You have to try at least. Even if you know it won’t make any difference, you have to try.” I pleaded with him, but he did not respond.
“I like this girl, she has spirit. If you would like to stand and fight me to decide whether or not you die, you are most welcome to. If you wish, I will command my men to release you.” The Snake leader had come closer and his voice was quiet.
“Please, Nefru,” I said, “You at least have a chance this way. Fight him. You can win.”
Nefru only shook his head again.
“Even if I was strong enough to overcome him, his men would intervene and I would die anyway. It’s no use Reniseb, at least the rest of you may be spared this way.”
I was dragged away, and placed in the charge of my original guards. The Snake leader removed his glove and drew a drop of blood from his middle finger. He smeared the blood along the blade of the knife, whispering words that I could not understand. Then, without further warning, he drove the blade into Nefru’s heart. His men cheered and I tried to scream, but no sound came. My vision clouded and I knew no more.

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  1. Oh I love the way this post came together! All the Death Scenes are...lovely? Great at the very least. This was really fun and both Grace and I really enjoyed participating! =) I hope you do more posts like this in the future as it's a really awesome idea.

  2. Thank you.
    I am really pleased with it as well. The next collaborative thing I am hoping to do is a series of guest posts on style. Meaning, writing styles of favorite authors, and what you like about it and how it affects your own work. Not about your own style.

  3. This is so sad! I'm not sure how to type out a wail, or I would. I'm glad I could participate.

    1. It is a sad collection. Someday I shall do a happy post. Like that will ever happen.

  4. Wow... they really are pretty tragic...the first one was so so beautifully written though:)
    Thank you for such interesting post! xx
    The Journeys of My Beating Heart

    1. Thank you, I really enjoyed putting this together. The first one is by Awdur from she has more in the same story on her blog.