Fiction: Group 2
When the night came like a monstrous creature, and even the moon hid in the clouds, the couple walked
home. Their ceremony was over, and they both had a ring on their finger. Exhausted, the monk soon
dropped to a heavy slumber.
He woke up to the sound of a knife being sharpened, and his wife deep in prayer. Then, he saw his wife
holding a dagger to her heart.
“What are you doing? Why do you wish to hurt yourself?” The monk cried, his face wrinkled with worry
lines.
“Oh, husband, you do not deserve me! Can’t you see I am no good to you? Your brothers were right, I will
poison you with my deeds. I will go to Hell, and I do not want you to go there too. Just leave me.”
She drove the dagger into her heart, and the blood spurted onto her milk white skin. Her eyes grew dim
and her body, limp.
“The murderer”, he murmured “, the murderer.”
