I did not want to write Cicuta's murder.
Strange, how caught-up one can get
In a role-playing game.
It's a fantasy lover's soap opera.
If done well, the characters
Take on lives and agendas
Of their own.
Cicuta was a villainess,
And Paul was no hero, either.
But he would not speak in my head
For a week after he killed her.
I thought I had killed him as well as her.
It's a sick feeling
To commit murder by the pen.
I cried for both of my victims,
Yearned to take it back.
I have but one consolation--
Paul was true to himself.
He could no more run from a threat
Than surrender to the game's ultimate evil.
I will have to find a peace of sorts
In that.
In a list
A contest entry
- Therapy by Dienush.
600 points, ended April 6, 2008, 16 entries
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Wow, this is a really creative concept.
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this is great, so much emotion and the feeling of regret slowly creep into your heart like your the one standing there writing.
a wonderful write and i hope to read more of your poems in the future.
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That is a great poem! I love it, it's really different from a lot of stuff I read. I also would have never thought about the fact that as a writer it would be difficult to kill off your characters. I guess if you get so attached to them they become almost real. Great work, I really enjoyed it.
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Thank you so much for commenting! I was beginning to think no one would. (g)
Actually, Cicuta was an NPC character of another player in the RPG. That made it even worse, because you always have the rule in RPG's about not permanently harming another player's character. Even though the other player had given her permission, I still felt awful.
It provided a lot of story fodder, though, so I think we had fun with it, in the end.
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You're welcome!
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