B2MeM09:: Day Thirteen: Friday the 13th!

[dawn_felagund]

It's Friday the 13th! Time to get scary!

Day Thirteen--Friday the 13th!

What makes you the most afraid? How would you react if you had to face this situation? Think or write briefly about your greatest fear and how you would face it. Now write a story, poem or create an artwork where the characters have to confront their greatest fears.

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Comments

[f-ireworks.livejournal.com]

Very much a stream of consciousness piece, since I need to bathe the baby and don't have time to edit much, but I did not want to let the day end without sneaking in my entry...

Title: Unraveled
Character: Denethor
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Tolkien

He stares at his son’s limp body and feels the remaining threads of what was his own life start to unravel. In the dimness of the room, worsened by fog that rises from the bubbling concoctions the healers have boiling somewhere he cannot see, his eyes fix on his son’s knife for what must be the millionth time. He gave him that, he thinks, when he turned twelve. A fitting gift for a warrior it had been, yet Faramir had been happier for the chess set. Whoever brought him home from the fight left it carelessly on the night-stand, unsheathed. It bothers Denethor, that.

Since Faramir came from the field he has endured the veiled glances—accusing, disapproving—of those who still dare to look him in the eye, what few there are among the living. It is harder to endure the scorn of the dead.

And so he braves the stone one more time—wherein lies the peril anymore? He sees her face, the only woman who could ever induce him to lower his guard. Finduilas. He sees her pained face, Boromir’s agony, Ecthelion, Adrahil, and that accursed face from his past… anybody, everybody he had ever felt something for sneers at him in derision: For all your zeal you have failed in everything that was ever entrusted to you! Failed to hold the hearts of your men, failed to keep the life of your wife, failed to prevent the fate of one son and rushed unbidden to decree the fate of the other one failed to recognize the signs of the King’s coming failed to save Osgiliath failed to keep the White City safe failed to stay the tide of Mordor because against it there is no victory and you failed failed failed failedfailedfailedfailedfailedFAILED!

He curses the Lord of Darkness on the other end and vows that he will not fail in the one thing that is left him from this shambles.

[lindahoyland.livejournal.com]

I just loved this,very well written!

[f-ireworks.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! It evolved more quickly than usual for me, but I had so little time to edit it; I'm glad it worked for you. Thank you!

[dawn_felagund]

Wow, this is really powerfully written! The stream of consciousness works so well for you; it shows Denethor's disintegration. I had goosebumps as his failures began to mount; I could feel them beginning to overwhelm him. Excellently done!

[f-ireworks.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much, I'm so glad it worked for you. It's always scary to try to get into Denethor's head (who knows what one will find?) but as I thought about it, the theme of failure seemed like a natural avenue to explore, and the piece evolved from there. I had so little time to edit it that it still feels a little exposed (and I caught a couple of errors that I could not correct after posting, which makes it worse), but it was so "fun" to let it go and see where it took me!

Thanks for all the awesome prompts; I'm having a great time coming up with stories :-)

[heartofoshun.livejournal.com]

Very convincing and chilling. Well done! (I wish my stream of consciousness writing could produce something this coherent.)