New Short Story
Apologies, haven't got the chance to bust the girl yet, but I will, and I'll post it but until then I have this. My friend Reinard and I decided to do some free verse, he'd start of a story and I'd come up with a bit to add to it to continue and so on. So here it is, called suicidal tendencies for now, we wrote this together (but it was really kinda random) and um tell me what you think!
The wind has grown cold only to reach out the poor dying boy in a ride of fleeting blood
the light left his eyes as he fell slowly, collapsing on the cold wet floor surrounded by a pool of his own blood
The only memory remaining in his undying soul reached out of his body and stuck to anything that permitted it to stay
he could feel the life within in him slowly diminishing, his sight blurring and heart slowing, as the tall figure stood above him, his bloody knife dripping into the damp floor below
That one memory clamped onto the arm of the assialant and fed on his flesh until all that remained were bone
the memory ate at him, burning away at his skin like a poison, devouring his flesh like a parasite, eating at him until his vision became shrouded, as the boy lay dying before him, he saw it...
He saw not only wat he had done but the truth that lay before him uncovered
the images drifted into his mind, shrouding his vision and he saw the boy in the arms of a woman. she held the infant in her arms with a loving caress so beautiful it tugged at his heart. and now he could see, he had a faint sense of the way things used to be, what it had been like to feel.....
he remained petrified, death closing in like a missile. he cracked a slight smile and shed a single tear, and after that it all went Boom. Darkness as much as light pulling both the Life-ridden humans strongly with a justified cause. It was who and why.
he knew at once what he had done, the boy laying there staring up at him with cold blank eyes, they were linked, the boy had returned to him his emotion, his guilt, his sorrow, and his pain from his darkened past, he was petrified, grabbing his chest as he fell to his knees, his head ready to explode
Until one tiny memory escaped from the boy. A small dreadful memory. In this darkened moment a slight breeze flew by the assailant, a very cold breeze carrying two words... thank you...
the assailant, clutching at his own heart, things became clear to him, the boy having lost the thing he cared about most, wanting nothing more than to end the horrible, treacherous struggle to survive in a world of hatred and despair, a smile spread across his face, the man thought he heard a faint chuckle, and his eyes closed, a rush of agony and sorrow came crashing down on the assailant, he had taken the pain....
had he done justice or had he done the devil's play? His body felt heavy and his arms fell as did his wholeness. The cold damp floor felt like heaven only with an aspiring twist which was the fact that he actually was in heaven. He closed his weary eyes to remember what, but only thought of why as he lay there on the floor in a pool of his own blood staring at the very man he once was. The assailant standing next to him with a devilish smile of pleasure. It was then that he figured out who, just as he figured out what
The image before him, of a white, sacred room dissolved to reveal a sea of red, flames erupting from the ground and screams echoing from all directions as a hooded figure approached him. He was mistaken but all was clear now, it was he himself he had murdered, he himself that suffered that terrible life that built him up to his evil ways, killing was the only way to ease the pain, watching someone else's agony brought him happiness, but it all turned on him, murdering what was once he himself had landed him here...
The wind has grown cold only to reach out the poor dying boy in a ride of fleeting blood
the light left his eyes as he fell slowly, collapsing on the cold wet floor surrounded by a pool of his own blood
The only memory remaining in his undying soul reached out of his body and stuck to anything that permitted it to stay
he could feel the life within in him slowly diminishing, his sight blurring and heart slowing, as the tall figure stood above him, his bloody knife dripping into the damp floor below
That one memory clamped onto the arm of the assialant and fed on his flesh until all that remained were bone
the memory ate at him, burning away at his skin like a poison, devouring his flesh like a parasite, eating at him until his vision became shrouded, as the boy lay dying before him, he saw it...
He saw not only wat he had done but the truth that lay before him uncovered
the images drifted into his mind, shrouding his vision and he saw the boy in the arms of a woman. she held the infant in her arms with a loving caress so beautiful it tugged at his heart. and now he could see, he had a faint sense of the way things used to be, what it had been like to feel.....
he remained petrified, death closing in like a missile. he cracked a slight smile and shed a single tear, and after that it all went Boom. Darkness as much as light pulling both the Life-ridden humans strongly with a justified cause. It was who and why.
he knew at once what he had done, the boy laying there staring up at him with cold blank eyes, they were linked, the boy had returned to him his emotion, his guilt, his sorrow, and his pain from his darkened past, he was petrified, grabbing his chest as he fell to his knees, his head ready to explode
Until one tiny memory escaped from the boy. A small dreadful memory. In this darkened moment a slight breeze flew by the assailant, a very cold breeze carrying two words... thank you...
the assailant, clutching at his own heart, things became clear to him, the boy having lost the thing he cared about most, wanting nothing more than to end the horrible, treacherous struggle to survive in a world of hatred and despair, a smile spread across his face, the man thought he heard a faint chuckle, and his eyes closed, a rush of agony and sorrow came crashing down on the assailant, he had taken the pain....
had he done justice or had he done the devil's play? His body felt heavy and his arms fell as did his wholeness. The cold damp floor felt like heaven only with an aspiring twist which was the fact that he actually was in heaven. He closed his weary eyes to remember what, but only thought of why as he lay there on the floor in a pool of his own blood staring at the very man he once was. The assailant standing next to him with a devilish smile of pleasure. It was then that he figured out who, just as he figured out what
The image before him, of a white, sacred room dissolved to reveal a sea of red, flames erupting from the ground and screams echoing from all directions as a hooded figure approached him. He was mistaken but all was clear now, it was he himself he had murdered, he himself that suffered that terrible life that built him up to his evil ways, killing was the only way to ease the pain, watching someone else's agony brought him happiness, but it all turned on him, murdering what was once he himself had landed him here...