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czarb t1_je6s5hq wrote

"Brother, if you are reading this, then I have failed. Know that for fifty years I have tried to undo what was done that fateful day. I have tried my very best to be patient. To have faith that we would be reunited. To live the life that would see us together again. I am weak. Momma. Momma saw it. It gnawed at the both of us left here without you. She ached at the punishment that you were so wrongly sentenced. It was unfair. Unjust. It ate at her body. And my soul. You must have been so much better than us to be reading this. To have had more faith that we would be together as a family again. You sacrificed to protect us. I couldn't take that chance. She loved you. Loved me. Please take some solace that it was her choice. A hope that the scales would somehow balance. She knew the cancer would take her before you returned. Knew that we would never be whole. It was her faith that you would come back to us. To me, alone. But I am weak without either of you. In the end I think it was her gift to me. A death for a chance at life again.

I love you always, lil' sis."

The letter lay cold and still on the table. I couldn't understand. It was impossible. Unreal. Fifty years. To be back here again, in this house. Again with death separating us. I strove so hard. For fifty years, being the very best. Striving to make up for that choice to protect them from his rage that day. I knew the risk. I knew the consequences. I couldn't allow you to be hurt anymore. That hate. Hate that he could harm you both. Hate that he could reject the love of his family. To strike with tongue and fist. Fifty years to let go of that fury that drove me to kill him. I want to do it again. To strike him down before he could tear our family apart. No. Come back to me. Momma. Sister. I've been so alone.

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Xexotic_wolfX OP t1_je6rbep wrote

I know I’m late seeing this, but this is great! It’s very well written. I love your writing style and choice of words; it makes it sound very formal and sophisticated, which I think matches this prompt perfectly.

Amazing work!

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ShadowPouncer t1_je6qq89 wrote

The most evil man can do is not done by those who wish to harm others for the sake of harming them.

It is done by those who truly believe that their actions are done for the greater good. That any cost is justified because of that greater good.

Thus, those who are truly convinced that they know what is best are some of the most dangerous people on earth.

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Mad_Moodin t1_je6oyoz wrote

There were several things. But I still recall one Audiobook that almost killed me cuz I was laughing so hard I almost crashed my car.

The book was book 4 of "This Triology is Broken" (I believe the book was "This quest is bullshit")

So there was an issue in the capital that nobody could get any flour to bake anything, except for Muffins that the bakers sold. It came out someone was secretly producing muffins and that someone probably prevented everyone from getting flours.

So the main character captures this dude secretly transporting flour somewhere. And she just absolutely threatens the shit out of him. And then menacing af she ends it with "Tell me! Where. Is. The. Muffin Man!"

I just lost it at that point.

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burtleburtle t1_je6nxkb wrote

I've laughed so hard I had to pause so I could breathe again while reading the bricklayer's lament. But not the first time hearing it, nor subsequent times. I had it the first time I read Terry Pratchett about B. S. Johnson's ornamental trout lake and ornate fountain, but not on later readings. I got my sister laughing like that once when I was little when I said "applesauce", but it only worked for about five minutes, it didn't work after that. It's never been repeatable afterwards. It's fairly easy to keep it going for a few minutes once it starts. Tim Conway's Siamese elephants seemed to be that. I think I have to be primed somehow beforehand to get that reaction. Perhaps thinking "ok this is really stupid" and shaking my head before I get to the really bad part.

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Mad_Moodin t1_je6ma2w wrote

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Ishouldbeworking01 t1_je6jhhw wrote

No worries, If I can ask for feedback did any line etc stand out as implying it was in the SCP universe?, as I would like to rework it to try get my point across that its not.

Have a good one

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k_gorman8 t1_je6j52y wrote

I take his side, determined help him no matter what. Him sparing my life was enough to have me indebted to him for eternity. I wondered why he spared me, but as we trekked through the night, it became apparently that he was lonely. The path of a hero was honorable, but held many responsibilities, and therefore many sacrifices. Although he had many supporters, he lacked friends, family, or acquaintances. He did so much for other people, but no one ever did that for him. I decided I would be that person- or being, rather- to return the favor. As we walked, we told me his stories. His life was so interesting, so full of action. But deep down, I could tell he yearned for a simpler life. One where he could spend time with loved ones. Where he could relax and enjoy his time here. The way he spoke was so calming. I could sit and listen to his stories for hours. I was so focused on his words hardly even noticed when the first signs of morning began to creep into the darkness of night. Bits of light began to peak over the horizon and warm up the still night air. I took a deep breath and admired the early morning birds and the dew sparkling on the grass. I watched the sun begin to peak over the trees. It was so beautiful. But…

I burst into flames. Skeletons may not die of old age, but we can’t walk in sunlight. The hero saved my life but in the end, he was the reason my demise came earlier than it needed to. I guess that’s just fate. Enemies are designed to lose.

(Yes this was a Minecraft reference)

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