A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.More Like This
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
Watch It Pass Away. Here are it's final days, Ol'Verona.More Like This
If you saw it now you wouldn't believe what it truly ever was.
Only but the flame remains singed into the eyes of the survivors.
What a tragedy, what a loss, what a fate.
In the Kingdom, A Demon, A Elf and A Witch.
That was it's true tale. Never war, Never blood.
Only Love, Friendship and Loss.
When the flame began it devoured to it's delight.
Licking and Devouring the towers to the homes.
Melting the ice to the South.
Singeing the Cliffs to the North.
Continue with Peace and Forgiveness.
Lay them down within there fallen past.
Here the Demon lays his head to rest at last.
What burns inside is not him.
It could only dream to be.
Ashes to Ashes, Gwen To Gwen.
Maybe we'll see each
The Words Left Unspoken: Pain, Chapter 1: Mistakes Their story begins like most other fairy-tales or maybe you could call this tale a Nightmare, A Chaotic Dream people wish they could awaken from...Your choice...More Like This
Centurys ago is where their tale begins....
The crying of a new born child can be heard through the dusty and old castle, the child being of the King and Queen of a beautiful blessed Verona at it's prime.
The Queen singing to her child trying to put him to rest could also be heard while the Guards stood watch, after the Witherus War nothing was left unguarded even a mere child could be murdered in the blink of an eye by the blood lust of the demons in the north.
"It's alright..turahk rest little one..." The Queen told the newborn as she lied him down, she laid a kiss upon his forehead and exited the room, telling the guards to stand by as she left. She walked through the many halls of the castle back to her own room, lett
Cold Ashes...A spell flew past his evil eyes, his face snapped into a smile, he looked at the witch who through the spell, Ashes...turahk's so called "Mother".More Like This
He spread out his wings and flew towards her a lightning bolt cracked down behind him.
She watched him quickly coming towards her, she turned and began to run "GWEN RUN!!" She screamed, a young elf came out from the shadows and began to run with her "You can't run...." He said with a twisted laugh, she turned around and blasted the young demon, making him hit the ground knocked out cold, rain began to fall and another bolt of lightning struck, she looked at Gwen, the young girl was terrified of what her friend had become "Run back to the house and don't you dare stop..." She whispered, she watched the young elf run off towards the west, she looked at her fallen son "I'll always love you turahk..." she began to follow her friend.
His eyes slowly came open "Ugh...." He groaned as pain racked his body "little bitch...." He grumbled as he stood