Heeheh, well, I wrote this for my high honor class.
English; I'm really proud of it, to say.
Even though some of my papers I have previous written are much better,
I'm still very enthralled that this paper I wrote showed people who I am;
That I am without flaws.
Well, it's in the perspective of Anne Boleyn [Elizabeth the First; Queen of England's mother.]
She was executed for not granting King Henry the eighth's desire, a son.
I was supposely assigned a half sheet of paper,
But I wrote 3 and a half pages.
. . . . . . . . .
"Hear yee, hear yee! Today we shall witness the execution of this witch!" The man bellowed, who hovered over me like a devilish crow. There were a tremendous roar of pleasure & disgust amongst the crowd.
"You, missus, shall die - for not granting me my wish... a son," King Henry VIII spoke, with a tone so cold, I shuddered in my thick layers of petticoats. Immediately, I thought of Elizabeth... My treasure in life. Henry spoke again, after realizing I do not want to speak. "Noble, you may see her to her place." The chopper nodded with understanding & led me to the "thing" that would put me to death. He grabbed my shoulders & motioned me to kneel, I growled at him. Did I look that pathetic? Although, I did as I was told & placed my head underneath the massive blade. The crowd waited anxiously for the moment, but King Henry spoke again. "Anything you would like to say... witch?" I didn't bother looking at him, but a hard line pasted onto my lips. "Witch?" He questioned. "That is all? I see, well then, today will be the day my -" He was cut off.
"She'll grow divinely!" A wave of accusing 'ooohs' & gasps were heard from the crowd. I closed my eyes...
"Pardon?" King Henry retorted. Slowly opening my eyes, I exhaled deeply & heavily.
"She'll grow up divinely. Our daughter... She'll be the greatest thing that occurs in England. Her knowledge & sufficiency will be beyond all... & my love for her will guide her through. But remember, she's yours, also. After my death, & if you hurt my dearest Elizabeth, I will force my way from the dead to hunt you. Trust me, a wild bear would look tamed to what you will see." I muttered... so softly that I cold barely hear the words that just passed my lips. However, everyone took every single word like a rifle's bullet. Especially King Henry. They all stared at me as if I were a priceless stack of hay... up for auction. Most of the peasants smiled at me approvingly, some others glared at my confidence to stand up against the King. I was glad I was going to be killed, because the look on King Henry's face was already killing me. Expecting him to say something in defense, the words that escaped his bitter mouth made me stiff & the hair on my arms stand on end.
"You are wrong!" He thundered. "A woman ruling the country would drown in chaos. They'll have no power, knowledge, or propper guidance to lead them. Elizabeth would never be as divine as a son would be. If I was given a son, he will rise in power & divinity. A ruler so great -" For the second time, I cutted him off.
"YOU'RE WRONG!"
"SILENCE!" He sprinted over to where I was & slapped me square in the face. I looked at him, blankness beneath my teary eyes... "This is over, witch." At then, I realized my time has come to an end; Before the blade managed to detach my head from my body, I whispered a final goodbye that was swept & danced away by the wind...
"Goodbye Elizabeth, my sweet..."
English; I'm really proud of it, to say.
Even though some of my papers I have previous written are much better,
I'm still very enthralled that this paper I wrote showed people who I am;
That I am without flaws.
Well, it's in the perspective of Anne Boleyn [Elizabeth the First; Queen of England's mother.]
She was executed for not granting King Henry the eighth's desire, a son.
I was supposely assigned a half sheet of paper,
But I wrote 3 and a half pages.
. . . . . . . . .
"Hear yee, hear yee! Today we shall witness the execution of this witch!" The man bellowed, who hovered over me like a devilish crow. There were a tremendous roar of pleasure & disgust amongst the crowd.
"You, missus, shall die - for not granting me my wish... a son," King Henry VIII spoke, with a tone so cold, I shuddered in my thick layers of petticoats. Immediately, I thought of Elizabeth... My treasure in life. Henry spoke again, after realizing I do not want to speak. "Noble, you may see her to her place." The chopper nodded with understanding & led me to the "thing" that would put me to death. He grabbed my shoulders & motioned me to kneel, I growled at him. Did I look that pathetic? Although, I did as I was told & placed my head underneath the massive blade. The crowd waited anxiously for the moment, but King Henry spoke again. "Anything you would like to say... witch?" I didn't bother looking at him, but a hard line pasted onto my lips. "Witch?" He questioned. "That is all? I see, well then, today will be the day my -" He was cut off.
"She'll grow divinely!" A wave of accusing 'ooohs' & gasps were heard from the crowd. I closed my eyes...
"Pardon?" King Henry retorted. Slowly opening my eyes, I exhaled deeply & heavily.
"She'll grow up divinely. Our daughter... She'll be the greatest thing that occurs in England. Her knowledge & sufficiency will be beyond all... & my love for her will guide her through. But remember, she's yours, also. After my death, & if you hurt my dearest Elizabeth, I will force my way from the dead to hunt you. Trust me, a wild bear would look tamed to what you will see." I muttered... so softly that I cold barely hear the words that just passed my lips. However, everyone took every single word like a rifle's bullet. Especially King Henry. They all stared at me as if I were a priceless stack of hay... up for auction. Most of the peasants smiled at me approvingly, some others glared at my confidence to stand up against the King. I was glad I was going to be killed, because the look on King Henry's face was already killing me. Expecting him to say something in defense, the words that escaped his bitter mouth made me stiff & the hair on my arms stand on end.
"You are wrong!" He thundered. "A woman ruling the country would drown in chaos. They'll have no power, knowledge, or propper guidance to lead them. Elizabeth would never be as divine as a son would be. If I was given a son, he will rise in power & divinity. A ruler so great -" For the second time, I cutted him off.
"YOU'RE WRONG!"
"SILENCE!" He sprinted over to where I was & slapped me square in the face. I looked at him, blankness beneath my teary eyes... "This is over, witch." At then, I realized my time has come to an end; Before the blade managed to detach my head from my body, I whispered a final goodbye that was swept & danced away by the wind...
"Goodbye Elizabeth, my sweet..."
