Writting prompt. Kinda that is

I would leave it hanging.. not exactly ending in having the main character passing, maybe something like ending the story with a life or death scenario.. to allow readers use their imagination to think of how it will end instead

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@Iwritestoriessocallmecloud :o I love this prompt! Here is something I wrote a while ago. You may modify it for your own use if you want. :) This doesn't end with death but it describes a near-death experience. Sorry if this is too graphic for those that understand.

TWs: bad writing (i'm rusty), self-harm

"Everything was perfect. She was an ecstatic little girl, seeing the world through rose-coloured glasses. A child like any other, yet considered to be the most talented there was. God’s purest gift. The people she was created to be around were not shying away from flaunting her blessings from the angels above. She competed to keep her first place in the starry-eyed adults’ worlds.

Years went by, every single day being annually identical, her mind consuming her from inside out. Her rose-colored glasses were starting to break and the idealism of her world had vanished. The small girl realized the world might not be as vibrant as she hoped and there was nobody shielding her from the strong, bleak winds and all the monsters of this cruel earth. Her mind began caving in almost instantaneously. She started feeling like an empress in a romance movie; dancing alone, silently, in a dim ballroom, the only sounds coming from the prayers that reverberated within her mind. There were thousands of helpless observers weeping over the hauntingly beautiful sight, with each soul in the room attempting to reach for her, but not a single one meeting their hands with hers. The observers were meant to be the people, who were aware but never knew how to help the girl well enough. She felt like she was at fault, as if she decided to start setting her steps into a dance because she wanted to, not because the prayers made her dance to their own beat. As if she was God’s puppet and she blindly followed every single order she had been given."

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Suddenly, finally, he just laughed... Of all things, he felt a twinge of childlike excitement... It was like he couldn't wait for something.

@Iwritestoriessocallmecloud ohh I am not sure.

Maybe something like "and then, all Erin saw was a bright light, and felt warm and comfortable all over. The pain was gone, forever."

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My brother cradles me in his arms, putting pressure on my wound. "It's okay," he whispers to me. "I'm going to get you out of here."

I smile at his innocence, looking down at the gaping hole in my side. There's no way I'm making it out of this alive. Out of all of us, he's always been the most optimistic. I laugh, "People always saw me as weak, so I grew stronger. And when I was strong they called me coward. When I fought they called me monster. I wonder what they'll call me now that I'm dying."

"This isn't a joke, Isaac! You're bleeding to death, this is all my fault. I was supposed to protect you but I didn't. I fought you, I attacked you. Please, let me make this right. I need you."

I could see the tears forming in my big brother's eyes, so I muster all of my strength and sit up to face him. "You did protect me, you always protected me. This isn't your fault, it's there's. They lied to you, so don't blame yourself. It was my choice to fight back, I knew there was a chance I wouldn't return. So please, get out of here while you still can. Don't die here with me, I'm not your only brother you know. What about mom and dad, they already lost their daughter. They don't need to lose two sons as well." 

I cough as liquid comes pouring out of my mouth and I can feel life slipping away from me. My brother lays my body down, fighting back the tears. I gesture for him to come down to me and right as I draw my last breath I utter the words, "Thank you, for being my brother."