Kiss of Death

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 Write a formal letter to you or your character’s greatest fear.
Wishing your family a very Happy Easter!
Oh Evil One,
Why oh why am I plagued by you? At which moment have you entered my mind? I feel you weaving your snakelike darkness though my soul, squeezing tighter with each second of my life.
Oh leave my mind now you evil desire, I will not entertain the thought of it! Accepting those filthy 30 pieces of silver would mean abandoning all that I am, all that I believe.
You will not succeed! I will conquer this shameful desire to profit from the harm of my Master, one who is so wonderful, so GREAT! It is unthinkable; this is no mere man, He is my teacher, my guide. More than a brother He is the light in my life!
Your sinister efforts must cease and desist, I refuse to be the bearer of the kiss of death; my love for this man is too vast to be overcome. Leave me! I cast you out, you are evicted!
I will ignore the sores on my bleeding, shoeless feet; wash in the frigid waters of the streams on our journey; continue to fight for slumber on the cold wet ground at the feet of this man denying this urge within myself.
Strength and humility will be mine, I will find a way…God will provide for me if I would only remain strong in my course of servitude.
There will be no kiss of death which will hold my name!
Oh why do I feel so compelled to complete this unthinkable task?
My mind betrays me, I love this man whom I am to brand with my lips; He has honoured me by choosing me to be one of the 12; He has washed my feet, shared bread with me; His love for me embraces my soul.
And yet you, your calamitous greed overwhelm me, pulling me slowly away from my Lord.
NO! I must not be the giver of the wretched kiss; I cannot entertain the thought of this betrayal.
My hand betrays me as I reach for the velvet bag, my eyes sting with the filth of it all, this deception is unbearable.
Your hateful words whisper on the wind into my brain through my ears….eating at my mind.
 You have won oh Evil One.

This is a Fiction piece written in response to the prompt on a website I love, The Red Dress Club.
The prompt was

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  1. says

    Evil may win for a moment but good conquers all. Excellent write. I always wished that things would have turned out differently for Judas, but it was God's plan. A blessed Easter to you and yours….

  2. says

    There are a number of members of the cast of Easter I would like to get in the minds of. You did a wonderful job with Judas. I am really enjoying your writing, I have looked at some of your previous posts as well. Thanks for sharing another stirring one!

  3. says

    Interesting letter. It was well written with good word choice. I almost wish you'd made it a little more directly clear who you were personifying. It seemed a little impersonal.

  4. says

    Oh my gosh. I have been a believer for twenty years and I've never thought of Judas this way. You painted the absolute perfect picture of how we hate sin, but give in. Thank you for taking me to the garden of Gethsemane like that.

  5. says

    Beautiful post Julie. I read it twice. First, as a Good Friday reading for today. Then I read it again from the perspective of addiction as the evil one – that voice in the mind that says "You want me and you know it. Just do it and get it over with."

  6. says

    Thank you, thank you everyone for reading and your comments. I was wary of posting because it was personal. Sue you got it right away, I was also writing to my addiction.

  7. says

    Wow. I'm breathless in this stunning portrayal and glimpse into the mind of Judas. I always love it when an evil one is made human. YOu did an excellent job with this. I could feel his torment, his grieving of the betrayal before he did it. "Your sinister efforts must cease and desist, I refuse to be the bearer of the kiss of death; my love for this man is too vast to be overcome. Leave me! I cast you out, you are evicted!I will ignore the sores on my bleeding, shoeless feet; wash in the frigid waters of the streams on our journey; continue to fight for slumber on the cold wet ground at the feet of this man denying this urge within myself.Strength and humility will be mine, I will find a way…God will provide for me if I would only remain strong in my course of servitude."Those lines? Awe struck.

  8. says

    I am in awe. Reminds me of an assignment we had in seminary, I don't remember anyone trying to get inside Judas's head, much less to have described his inner turmoil so eloquently. I at first thought it was the voice of your addiction, and now I see that it is both. WELL DONE, Julie. I wish you a most Blessed Easter. xoxo

  9. says

    This was so raw and transparent- even with the fancy, descriptive, poetic and beautiful language. I could see your heart. And for the record- *you* win. XO

  10. says

    That was an amazing piece of writing! Absolutely brilliant…really. Should be published somewhere. In my humble opinion. :o) I saw right away the two facets…Judas and addiction.

  11. says

    I loved this because, of the "letter to my fear" entries, this is the only one that explored what happens when that fears. It was amazing, girlfriend.

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