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As I walked into the cold, dark and dingy dungeons, the first thing I heard was, the shrieking cry of a woman

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Year 10 English Coursework: Descriptive Writing. As I walked into the cold, dark and dingy dungeons, the first thing I heard was, the shrieking cry of a woman, begging for mercy. Looking round the room the only thing there, except the reinforced oak door, was a small dilapidated table in the corner, lit up by the flickering candle which burned dim, dropping its waxy pearls on the surface of the wood. As I approached the table on top of it I saw a newish piece of parchment, with a large red blob wax that resembled blood. The opposite wall was covered in blood, oozing from the sharp stones. Looking towards the top of the wall I could just make out in the dim light, three pairs of bloody shackles. ...read more.

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After each lock of hair he would dip the razor into what was once clear water, but was now deep red with her blood. I saw two more prisoners, both lying in a ball on the blood stained floor. They both had their hands shackled together as well as their feet. All that they could hear, over each others sobbing, was the shrieking of their fellow prisoner. imagining with fear what horrors she was going through. Later that day I entered one of the guard towers, which over looked the cobbled courtyard. In the centre of the courtyard was a large pile of wood with a ring of soldiers around it, in highly polished armour, holding back a huge mob of people that had come to witness the execution. ...read more.

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Suddenly they broke their silence and began to beg for mercy and pray once again, as the torch was carried towards them. But their cries were hard to hear over the ecstatic crowd. The crowd's roars got louder and louder, as the torch set the first section of wood on fire, and the cries for mercy soon stopped and gave way to coughs because of the thick black smoke. The torch made its way round the pile of wood until there were flames on all of the sides. Then the crowd began throwing large bundles of firewood over the heads of the soldiers whist their cheers got ever louder. The coughs of the victims, in the middle of the thick jet black smoke, became louder and more frequent till suddenly, they stopped. All fell silent. Thomas Redman 16/09/06 ...read more.

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