If only.

Author's Note: You know how sometimes you write these things that make absolutely no sense? That are just shameful tragedies in the name of writing? But you love it for some absolutely inexplicable reason?
This is like that.
There is no thought. There is no logic. It's just pure crap for the sake of writing.
And I love it. Not because it's good writing, or because it has any minutest particle of reason. But. Just. Because I enjoyed writing it, and it was brilliant to just spill my hopeless guts out like that.
Don't expect any literary artistry, because there is none.
Also, this a response to something someone said to me, tonight. I hope your own megalomania chokes you in your bed.
And yeah. Read the whole thing. Please.
Enjoy? xD


The maiden clutched the tree as if she would never let go.
It was not as if she had choice, she thought, as she struggled against the ropes that bound her so fiercely.
She cast another helpless glance at the barren landscape, wondering when someone would come.
Would they finally arrive?
Anyone to put her out of this terrible misery?

The rain poured down her face, mingling with her wretched tears.
Her despondent heart, thumped slowly in her chest as if to remind her it was there.
As if to remind her how she was aching.
To remind her, of everything she had left behind.
Everything she was aching for.

Suddenly, with no warning whatsoever,
The rain stopped.
The clouds parted and the sun made its path down towards her soaked, cold form.
She blinked away the moisture from her eyes, hardly daring to believe what she heard..

Could it be, could it possibly be the sound of hooves beating against the ground?
Could it be what she had been waiting for, for what seemed like an eternity?

And then as if from nowhere, he emerged from the thick foliage of the caged forest.
The sun shone on his noble forehead as he rode towards her on his handsome steed…
The horse stalled in front of her and he dismounted, his sword glinting in the light of the newly emerged sun.
Flashing her a dazzling smile, he pushed a wet lock of hair away from her face.
“My lady, I am here.
To help you.
To save you.”

As fresh tears poured down her cheeks, he quickly cut the ropes that had held her captive all these days.
He gently rubbed her sore wrists and gazed into her molten eyes…
“How do you feel, oh fair one? Do accept my apologies for not arriving sooner...”
She smiled up into his handsome face and with the sun witness and the birds singing their sweet songs overhead…

She pulled out a gun a from under her corset and shot him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she shrieked. “It’s the 21st century, why the hell do you still have a sword, you retard?”
And with that elegant parting riposte, she climbed his horse and rode away.

And then she lived happily ever after.

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