Flecks of ash intermingled with snow flitted before him, dancing, twisting, and drifting through the air as they fluttered to earth. The breeze was gentle but biting. His breath, opaque, came in puffs in front of him, clouding his vision from time-to-time. Reflected in his eyes were high flames, golden yellow, bright orange, and brilliant white, and at the very heart of all of these colors, ice blue. The figure of a young woman lie amidst the pyre of dried wood and grasses. Her body was nearly consumed now, flesh charred black, becoming the bits of soft ash that littered the snow before him and fell upon his shoulders. He was laden in a dark cloak, the hood pulled up over his head and lowered to obscure him from the view of those around him. …show more content…
This wasn't a kind smile, nor one filled with happy thoughts of days gone by. No. This was a smile of satisfaction. “Adulterer!” The shout came from his left. A man stepped forward and cast something into the flames. It hit the young girls corpse and rolled out the other side. Turning his head ever so slightly, the cloaked figure shifted his sights on the man. His sneer broadened as he watched the big fellow stumble forward. This man was the woman's betrothed. Or at least he was. Now, he was nothing more than a drunken mess, his hair disheveled, clearly having come straight away from drowning his misery in ale. Two other men stepped toward the man, reprimanding him for his outburst. They hoisted him up by his arms and threw him in the direction of the downhill slope. Down, down, he rolled, covered in white powder, until he crashed into a tree at the base of the hill with a loud thud. The excitement over, the gathered crowd turned their attention back to fiery attraction and gaped, tears pooled in their eyes, countenances solemn. Following the mass, the man in the cloak turned his gaze back to the girl, just in time to witness the end of the …show more content…
“My dear,” he said, speaking to her, his chin lifted to look upon her. His teeth were bared in a wicked smile. The woman whipped her head in his direction. You! Her anger only fueled him further. “Yes, Love?” His words came as the darkness started in around her. You did this! You tricked me! “Me?” he questioned, eyebrows raised in shock. “You're the one who tempted me, though, aren't you, Love? It wasn't me whom pressed mine lips firstly against yours. It wasn't me whom positioned herself so snugly over your cock, now was it?” Laughing, now, he watched in pure amusement as everything she feared in life wrapped its wicked, cold claws around her wrists, locking her in cuffs and chains. He watched her chest heave, as if she needed air any longer. “No, dear.” He was directly in front of her now, “I do believe that was you.” Cupping her face in his hands, he brought his lips to hers. Her mouth was agape in horror before she bit him, her teeth clamping down over his lower lip. Without so much as a grimace of pain, he leaned back, letting his hands slide gently over her neck, down her shoulders, and sway lackadaisically at his
Let it etch forever in your memory as I speak the only words that will ever come to matter in my existence. I love you" She said with such sincerity it seemed it seemed to shatter all else. Nothing those voices had done or had of him could withstand that. There was nothing that they could take of him now. He was free and it was as thought time began once again.
His erection popped obscenely under the sweatpants; there was no way he could stand in front of Mary with the conspicuous bulge. He sat on the edge of the bed and willed himself flaccid. After an uncomfortable and partially successful mental effort, he regained enough composure to present himself to Mary without embarrassment, and walked downstairs. “Geez, took you long enough,” Mary said. “Sorry, hot water felt good.
As he neared the tree, a terrible stench of rotting flesh swept under his nose. He staggered back as his stomach rolled, and wondered what was causing such a smell. Then he saw it, a glowing corpse hanging from one of the tree’s branches. And beneath the corpse, stood a huge white dog staring at him with glowing red eyes. The dog growled darkly, and the man started to run.
“You always look so beautiful in the morning.” She couldn’t help it. She froze when he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the part of her clavicle the robe left exposed. She saw his face twist in the mirror.
Heavy metal crashed next to his face, and with it an unearthly screech made itself known, almost blowing out his eardrums. He turned away, in a futile attempt to save himself. The janitor could feel a wave of heat gush over his back, and a couple shards of debris rained down around him. The rollercoaster fell...off the tracks. The thought came to the janitor slowly, as he picked himself up off the ground.
Red and orange flames burnt everything to ashes, and thick clouds of smoke filled the air, turning the sky black. Fear filled Sarah’s mind and she felt the chill of death hovering in the atmosphere. The gunfire continued. She continued to rock back and forth as she sat curled up in a tight ball in the corner of her room.
The desperate cries of homeless families, mourning over a terrible loss broke the silence. The shattered glass lay scattered all over the place making it hard to walk. Lila picked up the broken bits of timber that were strewn across her body and stood up to witness the damage that had been done. What was once a place she called home was now bits of rubble on top of each other? Smoke swiftly escaped from each house, polluting the air and making it hard to breathe.
"No…” Darkness surrounds the one bound by heavy chains and a metal collar. His pale skin is covered in dirt, dust, and even dried blood. Where the chains squeeze tightly around his wrists and ankles, blood and heavy bruising can be seen on the skin under and around them. Shifting figures are in the midst of this black room, their silhouettes burning through the shadows. Masks hide their faces and cloaks hide their bodies.
Her remark came from outta left field, ringing in his ears. “Are you telling me you’re in love with my arch enemy Sherlock?” “Yes.” Silence. “Did you hear me, I said yes.
He grinned when he felt the bone snap, he laughed when he removed the head. “You were a beauty, but in life, everyone has their time, yours came soon,” he chuckles and drops the head. He looked around the cold room. Only a small hanging light kept the room from being pitch black.
She took in her surroundings: destroyed buildings; smoking piles; broken lives. The worst thing, however, were the body parts that were scattered around. She could not miss them: friends, family, strangers, all stolen from their lives before their time. The thoughts in her head swirled and merged into one- nothing made sense
Life just wasn't fair! Thought the once famous detective of east as he slowly followed the procession making it's way though endless rows and past countless more. It felt like an eternity had gone by before they came to a stop at their destination. He cast his gaze beyond the procession and watched with eyes that had once shone a cerulean blue as deep as the sea and endless as the sky. Now cold, lifeless, empty as if they'd been replaced with glass, as they placed the grave marker in the ground.
His assailant walked through the doorway, and Andrew's first hazy thought was that she was holding a gun, and looked very comfortable with it. She was tall, he noticed, with choppy brown hair. Her hat was again hiding her face from view. " So, you finally awake. " Her voice was low and raspy, and there was the slightest tinge of amusement in her voice.
She peered under his chin and frowned. ‘Well?’ he said. ‘What a shame,’ she said. ‘You’re not in love with anyone.’ ‘Yes, I am!’
Her little face looking up at Violet in pure defiance. The room went ominously silent as Violet looked down at the brother she had tormented for four centuries, the brother who had been her lifelong victim for her own wicked amusement. The same brother she had tortured in the ghostly in-between for as long as he could remember because she wanted, more than anything, to be better than him. For four centuries she had succeeded in