hi feel like i havent posted for a while. but its bonfire night and im not going anywhere so i dicied to celebrate in my own way. for any veiwers outside the UK who don't know what Bonfire Night is here you go:
In the 16th century a person called Guy Fawks tried to blow up the British Houses of Parliment in London. He disagreed with the goverment and the royal family about relgion. Alot of important people would have been there if one Lord hadn't been warned and all the people warned not to come. Guy Fawks didn't know so he went ahead with his plan. He was found by guards in aw ine cellear with a latern next to loads of gunpoweder. He was touchered to try and make him tell who else was involved. He never did. Bonfire night began because people celebrated the fact that nobody died that night. A few days later Guy Fawks was hanged.
Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no reason that this act of treason
Should ever be forgot. - Britsh folk tale.
5th November 1605.
"ALBERT! RUN!" James yells at me, making me jump out of my skin. What is he talking about? We can't leave Guy. He can't take all the blame for this. It's not fair. But I'm not left a choice. Someone behind me grabs my jacket and drags me away. I fight and recive a blow to the head, knocking me out. I come to in our headquatres. They're talking about him, about Guy. He's been caught, tortured. He'll be hanged tomorow. We're safe though. He refused to give them our names. Oh my god. Guy, how could they leave you? How could I--. I stumble outside, unnoticed by any of them. Im the youngest of a group of people plotting to kill the King and Goverment. One of the key members was a brave, hansome, wonderful man called Guy Fawks. My hero. My love. But nobody knows, nobody. I couldn't tell them. Guy would have understood, that was just him. He was so kind and considerate, always helping people. Oh my god, he's going to die tomorow. NO! Dimmly I see the others come outside, hold my trashing arms, put their hands over my mouth to muffel the screams of rage and sorrow. Guy, my Guy. Gone. Forever. No.
".... I am guilty of all crimes charged on me. Please pray for my soul. God save the King." His last words. The last words he spoke before he was hanged. The last words that I'll ever hear him speak. No. His elegant head flops, all life completly gone from his limp body. No. NO!!! GUY! Standing froze here I watch him cut down and tossed onto a fire. Not even a grave. I turn away, so no-one will see the tears in my eyes. He's gone. My Guy Fawks. Someone somewhere sets of a firework, celebrating their saftey. I head to the Thames. He's gone.
yeah. that was depressing. sorry. x look here for more info.
http://www.bonfirenight.net/gunpowder.php
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please note that although The Gunpowder Plot and Guy Fawks are really people and really happened Albert is a fictional character. Everyone sees Binfire Night as a happy time but if you think about, we are celebrating the death of one man with corage enough to withstand hours on the rack. We are celebrating the death of someon who stood up for his religous beliefs. I am not a Catholic but I don't think he should have died because he was.
Woah, that was deep + dark too. well thats my meaningfulness over for the year. lol x
Waste of time
thepivotkiller 1 year ago
@thepivotkiller i am sorry you think so, but was it as much of a waste of time posting a comment on something you dislike?
Kitkat0234 1 year ago