Thank you Rapeofmind
This gentle friend took a bad story i wrote and made something nice readable with it.
I bow before her kindness and talent, You truly are kind.
I wanted to post it here because i know some of you my friends like to read.
If you feel like reading something strange, here you go
I was chained on the table, almost dead when I saw the door flying open from just over the table.
The black, grey and white cloaked figures turned toward the entrance.
Loudly did her commando boots hit the ground, her eyes filled with furry, passion, disgust.
I could see through her eyes; windows to her soul, in those windows, swirling red. Swirling red, her power, her might.
I knew she was here to save me, Sarah one step behind her, eating an apple and looking
very relaxed.
A cloaked figure holding an axe, waiting and ready to shear my head from my broken body, awaiting for his orders to cut.
Nothing was said, the only sound being the winds sweet song for my life, the last song for my life, the song to guide me away from here, forever.
forever.
Armed with arrogant smiles, both girls were looking at me.
They did not have to say anything, they knew, I was the one who came to this evil place to save them, carried by my passion and my love. But now, I was the one in trouble.
Damn it, I should have know better, those girls were stronger than me.
The black cloaked figure gave a signal to the axe-man, however, faster than I could see, an apple flew across the room, hitting the axe-man on the head. Stunned for a few seconds by the impact and the explosion of the apple, the axe-man stood, bewildered. I opened my mouth trying to catch some of the apple, why, I don't know.
The blond knight took a 12 inches dagger from her a bag strapped top her back. With this dagger she began a deadly dance I had never saw before. Switching the weight of her graceful body from one leg to the other in a majestic way , swaying like a flame, it was beyond reason, but beautiful.
So amazing was this deadly dance to see that neither I, or the darkest of the cloaked figures moved, being both mesmerized by the dance. The long sleek dagger cutting through the flesh of others, heads falling in a current of blood to the floor. All in a symphony of blood.
So enclosed by a blood red sea, so much death around me, so many rolling heads, I closed my eyes once again, not being able to bare such carnage. I became too weak in my heart to cross their deathly paths. I failed myself, I failed them.
When all the chaos stopped, I realized that I was freed from my restraint, from death's cold harsh grip. The chains falling to the floor, my body walking away.
My stomach churned to the sight of the pulpy blood surrounding a mound of severed heads.
Flashes where burning my eyes, though it was not another form of death, just the stealing of souls, Sarah was taking pictures of the dead, and then of her friend who was cleaning her long cold blade.
I tried to thank my savior but her words, so clear and true, spoke before my thoughts had settled.
-"We save you only because it was another part of our journey down the long road of life. Don't even mention it."
-"Go back to your little village and try to live in peace and forget you even saw us."
At the same time, Sarah was taking a picture of me, I felt all at once nervous and honored, I felt immortal in her sight. I found myself turning red, blushing, dreaming.
She took an apple from her bag and gave one to the blond she-devil. Then turning to me, threw one my way. I knew she did not give it to me so I could stifle my hunger, it was a symbol; Something which I could not understand, and now, so many years later, its meaning still escapes me.
Ten years have past since this event. My mind has healed, and my family grows. My mind sings many songs on those two lovely powerful images of splendor, and my mind seeks their asylum, I prey for their soul's journey across the land. I prey for them, and only them.
I never thought of felt hate for those cloaked devils from so long ago. I have always been too scared, too naked in my mind to ever feel any pain over their ways. That day, I lost faith in myself, I could not fight for what I felt was right, they stole my soul. So where as I do love, and I do feel, something now and forever will always be missing, something deep from inside of me.
Damned am I who dared to strike against those of the lost souls .
End
I bow before her kindness and talent, You truly are kind.
I wanted to post it here because i know some of you my friends like to read.
If you feel like reading something strange, here you go
I was chained on the table, almost dead when I saw the door flying open from just over the table.
The black, grey and white cloaked figures turned toward the entrance.
Loudly did her commando boots hit the ground, her eyes filled with furry, passion, disgust.
I could see through her eyes; windows to her soul, in those windows, swirling red. Swirling red, her power, her might.
I knew she was here to save me, Sarah one step behind her, eating an apple and looking
very relaxed.
A cloaked figure holding an axe, waiting and ready to shear my head from my broken body, awaiting for his orders to cut.
Nothing was said, the only sound being the winds sweet song for my life, the last song for my life, the song to guide me away from here, forever.
forever.
Armed with arrogant smiles, both girls were looking at me.
They did not have to say anything, they knew, I was the one who came to this evil place to save them, carried by my passion and my love. But now, I was the one in trouble.
Damn it, I should have know better, those girls were stronger than me.
The black cloaked figure gave a signal to the axe-man, however, faster than I could see, an apple flew across the room, hitting the axe-man on the head. Stunned for a few seconds by the impact and the explosion of the apple, the axe-man stood, bewildered. I opened my mouth trying to catch some of the apple, why, I don't know.
The blond knight took a 12 inches dagger from her a bag strapped top her back. With this dagger she began a deadly dance I had never saw before. Switching the weight of her graceful body from one leg to the other in a majestic way , swaying like a flame, it was beyond reason, but beautiful.
So amazing was this deadly dance to see that neither I, or the darkest of the cloaked figures moved, being both mesmerized by the dance. The long sleek dagger cutting through the flesh of others, heads falling in a current of blood to the floor. All in a symphony of blood.
So enclosed by a blood red sea, so much death around me, so many rolling heads, I closed my eyes once again, not being able to bare such carnage. I became too weak in my heart to cross their deathly paths. I failed myself, I failed them.
When all the chaos stopped, I realized that I was freed from my restraint, from death's cold harsh grip. The chains falling to the floor, my body walking away.
My stomach churned to the sight of the pulpy blood surrounding a mound of severed heads.
Flashes where burning my eyes, though it was not another form of death, just the stealing of souls, Sarah was taking pictures of the dead, and then of her friend who was cleaning her long cold blade.
I tried to thank my savior but her words, so clear and true, spoke before my thoughts had settled.
-"We save you only because it was another part of our journey down the long road of life. Don't even mention it."
-"Go back to your little village and try to live in peace and forget you even saw us."
At the same time, Sarah was taking a picture of me, I felt all at once nervous and honored, I felt immortal in her sight. I found myself turning red, blushing, dreaming.
She took an apple from her bag and gave one to the blond she-devil. Then turning to me, threw one my way. I knew she did not give it to me so I could stifle my hunger, it was a symbol; Something which I could not understand, and now, so many years later, its meaning still escapes me.
Ten years have past since this event. My mind has healed, and my family grows. My mind sings many songs on those two lovely powerful images of splendor, and my mind seeks their asylum, I prey for their soul's journey across the land. I prey for them, and only them.
I never thought of felt hate for those cloaked devils from so long ago. I have always been too scared, too naked in my mind to ever feel any pain over their ways. That day, I lost faith in myself, I could not fight for what I felt was right, they stole my soul. So where as I do love, and I do feel, something now and forever will always be missing, something deep from inside of me.
Damned am I who dared to strike against those of the lost souls .
End