Careful what you read... Much is made from what Tree says without understanding he does not think!I think that's a compliment coming from Tree.... if Wragg has changed Tree's mind about climate change, this must be one very powerful story!
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Alice, Daughter of Barabbas
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It is, the stark and dramatic images go well with the bare prose, a simple but very effective story which confronts us with a harsh and yet exciting experience.
I'm always pleased to see someone having a go with photo manips. The more you do, the more you will learn.
This image is so tragically simple - it's like a punctuation point. I shuddered when I saw it. Like Alice, I was in disbelief even though I saw the inevitability of it. It has a sensual and terrible beauty. Your images get better and better.Which meant she was watching as a nail was positioned over her own wrist.
I could not say this better, and agree with all of it.
CruxLove
Magistrate
This image is so riveting. The look of bewilderment in Alice's eyes as she lies naked on the cross and about to be nailed, is so pitiful and erotic at the same time. Certainly one of the most beautiful panels in this amazing story.
Thanks, Heliogabalus! I've just been admiring yours, too!
Any project involving Alice is fun!
The thing about Alice is that she can act as well as pose. She can switch on these looks that few models can, and they reduce me to quivering jelly. There is a whole thread devoted to her, Alice Kiss Crux Legend. She deserves to be appreciated!
CruxLove
Magistrate
There's no doubt that Alice Kiss is indeed the crux legend.
But Bobinder's documentary on her is equally fascinating too and should definitely be on amazon kindle.
It seemed to Alice that it took for ever to drive that nail home, each beat of the heavy mallet sending shockwaves of agony throughout her body.
Then the soldier moved forwards to her left wrist. She had time only to shriek “NOOOO!!!!” before the nail was struck and the incessant percussion of the hammer began again.
She lay there, outstretched arms pinioned to the cross, panting for breath.
She felt him pulling at her legs, and made the mistake of trying to look down to see what he was doing. That movement just tore at the nail wounds in her wrists and rewarded her only with the sight of another massive spike being held against her heel.
“Gnnnnn!” She tried her utmost to contain her agony, but the nightmarish process of crucifixion was overwhelming her. Dimly, she was aware of the crowd cheering as her uncontrolled screams echoed back from the walls of the city.
As the fourth nail was driven home her world became one blurred mass of blinding, unremitting agony. She writhed on her cross, despite the pain it caused, she could not be still while this was happening. A tiny voice in her brain questioned how a human being was supposed to bear such torture?
And there was no way of ending it. The soldiers weren’t trying to force information or a confession out of her. They were simply and methodically going through a process as they had been trained to do, and not one of them understood what it was doing to Alice.
Then the soldier moved forwards to her left wrist. She had time only to shriek “NOOOO!!!!” before the nail was struck and the incessant percussion of the hammer began again.
She lay there, outstretched arms pinioned to the cross, panting for breath.
She felt him pulling at her legs, and made the mistake of trying to look down to see what he was doing. That movement just tore at the nail wounds in her wrists and rewarded her only with the sight of another massive spike being held against her heel.
“Gnnnnn!” She tried her utmost to contain her agony, but the nightmarish process of crucifixion was overwhelming her. Dimly, she was aware of the crowd cheering as her uncontrolled screams echoed back from the walls of the city.
As the fourth nail was driven home her world became one blurred mass of blinding, unremitting agony. She writhed on her cross, despite the pain it caused, she could not be still while this was happening. A tiny voice in her brain questioned how a human being was supposed to bear such torture?
And there was no way of ending it. The soldiers weren’t trying to force information or a confession out of her. They were simply and methodically going through a process as they had been trained to do, and not one of them understood what it was doing to Alice.
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The action proceeds relentlessly, with no relief for either the protagonist or the reader.She lay there, outstretched arms pinioned to the cross, panting for breath.
And the close-up views complement the intense drama of the narrative with an awesome intimacy.
This is crucifixion up close and personal.
We know where this is going, but your account of ruthless inevitability appeals to a deep sense of empathy.
This combination of shocking violence and tragic pathos, conveyed in a balanced harmony of words and images, is poignant in the extreme.
And the tension is still building - great work, Wragg!
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ShadowWolf
Tribune
The whole crucifixion was well described. It felt like I was a part of the process itself. Well done!
xso
Tribune
Very hot story, both words and pic's! I especially like the last pic in this amazing series. Please keep up the good work W!
xso
Tribune
Another great episode! The second last pic is very nice (all pics are nice btw), the nailing and positioning of her tiny feet!
When you’ve been forcibly stripped naked and then had your wrists and heels nailed to a cross the word ‘worse’ has no meaning. Every sense, every thought, every breath, every nerve and every sinew is fully engaged in coping with the appalling reality of ‘now’. There is no resource left to consider the future.
It wasn’t until she felt the cross start to move that Alice realised that she was, in fact, about to experience the full impact of ‘worse’.
“Oh No! Oh please, no! Have mercy! Wait!”
But they had no concept of ‘mercy’, or if they did, they weren’t applying it to Alice. The cross began to tilt upwards to join the other two, already mounted in their slots on the hilltop. And gravity joined in on the assault on her body as her entire body weight was steadily transferred onto those four cruel spikes.
It wasn’t until she felt the cross start to move that Alice realised that she was, in fact, about to experience the full impact of ‘worse’.
“Oh No! Oh please, no! Have mercy! Wait!”
But they had no concept of ‘mercy’, or if they did, they weren’t applying it to Alice. The cross began to tilt upwards to join the other two, already mounted in their slots on the hilltop. And gravity joined in on the assault on her body as her entire body weight was steadily transferred onto those four cruel spikes.
'those four cruel spikes'?
Obviously not a union crucifixion! ...but still a great story!
Another authentic image of Alice, used very effectively, to illustrate this dramatic moment described in the text.When you’ve been forcibly stripped naked and then had your wrists and heels nailed to a cross the word ‘worse’ has no meaning. Every sense, every thought, every breath, every nerve and every sinew is fully engaged in coping with the appalling reality of ‘now’. There is no resource left to consider the future.
It wasn’t until she felt the cross start to move that Alice realised that she was, in fact, about to experience the full impact of ‘worse’.
“Oh No! Oh please, no! Have mercy! Wait!”
But they had no concept of ‘mercy’, or if they did, they weren’t applying it to Alice. The cross began to tilt upwards to join the other two, already mounted in their slots on the hilltop. And gravity joined in on the assault on her body as her entire body weight was steadily transferred onto those four cruel spikes.
This is becoming even more visceral, Wragg!
xso
Tribune
Great, thank's for another intense mini episode! Poor soldiers that has to lift such a heavy cross! Is this according to union requirements? (But I wish I was one of the soldiers anyway.....
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Uitebawng
Magistrate
Like the one in front on the right - lucky bugger!
Quite the discipline from the Roman soldiers they didn't play with her at all
