Memento Mori

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….


 Copyright – Laura Helms

Standing in the shadow of a tree, Marcus Crassus looked at the man before him: “Would it be we were standing on the same side.”
“I bless the fates we are not.”
“They ask me if I fear you… I don’t fear the man standing before me. Every man can be beaten.”  His gaze shifted to the skull melted into the fractured bark. “But I fear your shadow .”
“Do not fear my shadow, but those walking in it. For they will seek justice.”
“There is no justice in this world, Spartacus.”
“That is not my name.” he whispered.


I went back in time this week. The myth, the legend, the man who despised his gladiator name given to him by his captors, masters, enemies. Weather he was a rebel or a thief, that is a mystery hidden in the past times. Today, we still remember him and call him by that forced upon name – Spartacus. And it represents a cry for freedom that echoes across centuries.


36 thoughts on “Memento Mori

    • I remember the movie, too. And I was watching a TV show just recently, that inspired me to dig a little deeper into his story. There are very few historical facts about Spartacus, and many things are stuff of legends. But he is an inspiration nevertheless.
      Thank you, Susan.


  1. I really loved your story, Snow. When he whispers, “That is not my name,” it adds to the deep mystery of death and memory and eternity and … more than a hint of vengeance?
    Well-written and gripping!


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