short stories

assigment- Romeo and Julliet

this one was from last year, we watched the 'modern' version of Romeo and Julliet (the one with Leonardo) and as an assigment we had to change the end of the movie. It's not really good, I just wrote something but it's ok. It can be a little bit messy and short but I had a limited amount of words and had to ditch some stuff. anyway enjoy!

Rage flew through Romeo as he watched how the pathetic  excuse of a count named Paris took  Juliet’s  hand and kissed with his never dying smirk still plastered on his face. Juliet didn’t move, she didn’t speak the only thing that looked still alive where her eyes. they looked empty even though tears seemed to stream out endlessly she still looked beautiful. He had to do something, but he wasn’t even allowed to be here. She was marrying Paris and he couldn’t allow that. It’s now or never.

He took a deep breath and then took of the hat shadowing his features and walked to the front of the church until he stopped in front of the isle. No sound was made no breath was heard and Juliet could only stare. ‘Romeo…’ then she finally got hold of herself and ran, within seconds she had her arms wrapped around him breathing in his soothing scent and for a second,  everything was alright.

‘NO! if I can’t have her love no one can!’ Paris no longer looked like the calm man he used to be, his eyes were furious as he ran towards the closest guard and took his gun only to aim it towards Juliet. Time seemed to pass in slow motion as Romeo pulled Juliet behind him protecting her from the gun. He heard the shot but never felt the pain. Instead the audience finally came to live screaming in fright of what was happening, then a heavy weight crashed down on him. he finally opened his eyes only to close them again when sudden nausea almost made him throw up. in his arms laid father Laurence. He no longer had the sparkle in his eyes that made everyone spill their darkest secrets, his chest no longer rose to the rhythm of his breath. Instead blood was staining his white dress and he no longer used the oxygen around him. He was dead.  

Paris had already ran away when he saw what he had done, he ran until he couldn’t run anymore while the scene in the church played in his head like a movie. The guilt was eating him alive, it drove him mad. A few days later some tourists found him with a bullet through his head.