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Post by Storybrooke on Nov 15, 2014 12:31:51 GMT
The Challenge for this thread is....
SADDEST MOMENT
- Details: By Saddest Moment, we mean a single moment in time where the character you are writing for was extremely sad or devastated. It could be them losing someone they care about, losing their job, etc! It is open to your own preference and creativity.
- Post Limit: You can do more than one post in this thread, including more as the same character, or a different post for a different character you have. There is no limit to how many you can do, or for how many characters.
- Narrative/POV: You can either write in First Person (I, me, my, etc) or Third Person (he, she, they, etc).
- Length: There is no maximum length for your post, however it must be a minimum of one paragraph, consisting of at least 10 sentences in that paragraph.
If you have any questions or require any clarification, feel free to PM the admin. Happy Writing Everyone!
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Baelfire
There are no coincidences, everything that happens, happens by design
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Post by Neal Cassidy on Apr 14, 2015 8:46:59 GMT
Baelfire's saddest moment:When his papa abandoned him Workhouses day 3. So far things have been terrible since papa went back on the deal we made. Choosing that stupid dagger over me. I didn't know my heart could break anymore, until every time I close my eyes and see that moment all over again. The two of us over that pit, our hands wrapped around each others before he opens his grip, causing me to watch as he stayed in the Forest with his power, making me land in this world alone. If he hadn't wanted to do it, he should've just said so. But, no, the coward of a man waited until I was already hanging over that portal and halfway through it before deciding not to go.
The man changes his mind, and I'm the one that ended up screwed in the end. He's in the Forest happy without me and with that power, and I'm here in these workhouses, where I'm struck, starved and abused for stupid reasons if any at all. I just hope one day he's able to know just what I was forced to go through because of that one moment. I hate him, and always will. Yes, I hate him. I hate him so much. *Sigh* Ok I may not completely hate him, but, hating him is easier then loving him and having to deal with the pain of knowing that he didn't want me.
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Post by Liam Jones on Dec 8, 2015 21:18:46 GMT
Liam was young, very young when he had to experience and endure the worst and saddest moment of his life. One morning, he woke up, feeling hopeful for another day, learning about the ship, playing with his little brother, enjoying his time on the sea until she rocked them to sleep like only their mother could have done. He was looking forward to sitting with Killian, enjoying a cup of ean and generally just being together. Instead it turned out to be a nightmare for Liam Jones. The evening was the worst.
He held Killian through tears, of anger of abandonment, even though his hands hurt, even though his little heart hurt. He tried to be strong for Killian. He tried to be there for him and hold him and make sure he felt better, but once Killian fell asleep in Liams bed, the boy got up. He sat in a chair overlooking the ocean. Liam stared at his bleeding hands, which was the doing of their father. He remembered every tear Killian shed as he himself shed some. Their father abandoned them. Did he not love them? Was it so easy for them to trade them for his own future? That’s not what fathers were meant to do. They were meant to care for their kids. Were they that worthless to them? In that night, through tears and bloody hands, Liam swore to himself, that nobody else would make Killian feel worthless ever again, not on his watch. He’d do what their father couldn’t do, even if Liam just felt like crying and screaming after their father, mourning his brothers and his own childhood and freedom. His bloody hands were only the beginning.
"Don't worry, little brother, I won't let anything bad happen to you."
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