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Story time11:46 Mar 23 2018
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Hell In the city streets
She ran, ran like the breath of hell was at her heels ready to devour her soul. In fact it was! She could hear her heart loud in her ears thudding so hard she swore it was going to burst; in fact a heart attack would be the perfect solution to her problem. Any death was more preferable to the one that was chasing her now. She closed her mind to the visions of what will happen to her if it caught her. Her breath burned her throat and her lungs felt raw as she raggedly drew another breath. It is so dark, why is it so dark, where is everyone, why does this city seem so damned deserted right now? Her thoughts, racing around her head; she tried to think of anything but the nightmare that was right at her heels. I would welcome a rapist or even a mugger right now she thought, where in hell are the cops? Tears blurring her vision as the desperation of her current situation started to really hit home.
She chanced a glance over her shoulder in hope that the thing of nightmares had given up the chase, perhaps gotten bored. But no, there was its loping black form just behind, its red eyes glowing evilly, its mouth open showing her the gaping dark yaw full of vicious teeth, seeming to grin at her predicament. Oh God it’s gotten closer she thought. It’s toying with me, its not even running! She stumbled, whimpered in terror and just managed to right herself before she fell flat on her face. She spied an alley way and turned into it hoping beyond hope that it wasn’t a dead end. How did I manage to get lost in these streets that I grew up in?
She looked down at the silver gun in her hand, it was spent no bullets left, she had emptied it into the chest and belly of the beast and watched in horror as the bullets passed through the body. The beast laughed at her, laughed like all the bullets did was tickle it. What does it take to stop this thing? She threw the gun away in disgust, and started to sob.
Down the new alley she ran and saw a street light ahead. From deep within her she found the energy within to surge forward and increase her pace. She stumbled again fell on her knees and got right back up again. Behind her rather close, too close in fact she heard the breathing of her hunter, and a deep rumbling chuckle. She pushed her self harder, feeling the muscles in her legs groaning in protest. No God no don’t cramp up, please God don’t let that happen! She knocked over a garbage bin in hope to slow the thing behind her to give her more breathing space, but she heard that the ruse didn’t succeed as the bin came bouncing over her head to roll out into the street beyond.
At the end of the alley she turn left onto the street, and felt a new surge of hope as she recognised the street she was only 3 blocks from her apartment building. A giggling hysteria bubbled out of her, tears running down her face; as she saw herself reaching her apartment building, fumbling for her keys, or worst not finding them, only to be finally attacked by her assailant. Like the old clique horror movies, only she wasn’t screaming like a crazed teenager, no she was too terrified to utter no more than a moan or whimper of terror. She wasn’t frozen to the spot; she was running, running for her life. This was real, no dream, no movie! Glancing over her shoulder seeing the nightmare as it passed the street light, fully illuminated; no that’s not movie or dream, unfortunately this is terrifyingly real! Shouldn’t there be a haunting theme music playing right now?
Quickly she ducked down a new alley way, thinking this should be the one that will short cut my path home. Running head long she just managed to leap over the fallen rubbish, as she landed she felt her legs start to give out. With a cry she pushed her body beyond its endurance, I am nearly home where I will be safe, I will beat this I will win she screamed in her own head. The ally way was dark, the full moon barely lit her path, stumbling nearly tripping; she was too far down the ally way with the beast hot on her heels, before she realised too late her horrendous mistake!
Before her was a wall, too high to climb over, no door through! A scream caught in her throat as she desperately searched for a door anything to escape this new predicament, and obstacle to her escape from this hell. Total panic seized her and in a final desperate attempt she jumped and tried to climb the wall. She had just got her fingers on the lip of the wall when she heard that deep rumbling chuckle and then a hot searing pain in her leg. She looked down to see that her leg was bleeding and the creature’s claw was embedded in her calf. Moaning she felt her body being yanked off the wall and she hit the ground hard her back to the beast; knocking the breath out of her.
A rasping voice told her to look at it! She rolled onto her back and looked up; a scream rose in her throat and stayed there like a hard lump. Before her standing on two legs was a werewolf, a man sized wolf of incredible proportions. A barrel like chest rippling with muscles; long firm legs that ended in claws; long muscled arms that ended in more wicked claws. Then the head impossibly too big to be human or wolf, long ears, long snout and the biggest fangs she had ever seen in real life or in movies. Oh how the movie makers never quite prepared her for this monstrosity. The worst was the eyes, nightmarishly red and pulsing, hypnotic and frightening at the same time.
Then in a blink of an eye it was on top of her, its wicked claws sinking into her shoulders, and its hind legs raked her stomach open; searing white hot pain flooding her body. As she threw her head back to scream its jaws closed over her exposed throat and all that came out of her mouth was a gargle of blood and her last exhale of air. Pain incredible pain was all she could feel, think, and see. Blood, her blood was everywhere. She could hear the sound of her tearing flesh as the beast began feasting on her. This was the last thing she heard on this earth before the oblivion of death finally folded her into its eternal embrace.
Upstairs in the back of the apartment building across the street from hers a woman stood at the window trying to see into the alley way down below. She had woken up and thought she heard someone running down the ally way. But the ally way was too dark to see anything down there. But she could hear the sounds of what seemed to be dogs eating. Damn dogs getting into the rubbish again, she thought. But she had an eerie feeling that someone was in trouble. She felt a silent scream for help; she felt someone’s desperation and fear. That’s what really woke her, someone crying for help in her mind.
It was then when as she was about to stick her head out of the window, a howl echoed through out the alley. A howl so terrifying that rose from something so unspeakable, that her mind almost shut down to stop the visions of the possible nightmares down in the ally below. She felt the window vibrating and a foul stench reached her nostrils. Her heart froze and blood turned to ice, trembling in fear, she quietly as possible pulled the window closed, locked it and drew the curtain. Quickly she turned and ran back to the safety of her bed and her husband’s warm welcoming body.
“What the hell was that?” her sleepy but startled husband asked.
“I don’t know and don’t want to know, but I pity anyone walking the streets tonight!” She whispered. She then snuggled close to the warmth and security of her husband, who wrapped his arms around his trembling wife.
“What did you see?” Her husband asked “Your freezing honey what’s happening?” Her husband waking up more now filled with concern for his wife.
“I couldn’t see anything, and I don’t want to know. Please lets just go back to sleep, please!” and hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she started to sob. Her husband hugged her harder and made soothing noises to help his poor wife.
“Do you want me to go and look?” Her worried husband asked. “No” she said louder than she intended “Don’t leave me alone please, I just want to go back to sleep and forget anything I heard.” Her husband murmured his assent and kissed the top of her head .Then she tried hard to control her shaking body, closed her eyes and willed herself to the welcoming arms of sleep.
The End
Murder of a small town girl
The golden light spills over the horizon like molten lava, blinding her and bringing tears to her eyes. The tears become a flood and pour down her cheeks, to drip slowly onto her up turned palms.
Dipping her head she looks down into her lap staring at the small puddle of tears. What was she thinking about? Slowly raising her head she fully becomes aware of the rising sun, she stares mesmerised by the sparkling water. The small waves ripple into the shore creating diamonds on the surface of the lake. This constant movement she finds hypnotic, and it helps her to forget. She shakes her head slightly, but what am I trying to forget? I feel like I have been drugged… What’s wrong with me?
An image rears its ugly head in her mind and she gasps she wants to push it out again and make it go away. Her tears begin flowing again she begins to sob. A flare of pain makes her catch her breathe and she chokes back the sobs trying to bring her emotions back under control. But she can’t stop the pain that is deep down in her soul; it eats at her like a worm working its way to the heart of an apple.
She pulls her coat closed gingerly, feeling acutely the chill in the winter morning air. The chill in the damp sand has moved to her limbs and her body starts to shiver. She feels so tired, and can’t remember the last time she closed her eyes and blissfully slept. Was it days, weeks or months ago? She just can’t remember and can’t break through the fog her mind is in.
In the distance she can hear the distant wail of police and ambulance sirens. So many she thought. Their piercing cries are distant, but at the same time seem to be drawing nearer. They send fresh chills down her spine and her body is wracked with shivers that cause fresh waves of pain to course through her body. Where is all the pain coming from? She tries to clear her mind and the sirens pull at her memory. How much time does she have left? Why am I worried about time?
Blocking out the sirens is easy and she concentrates on why she is there at the lake edge. I know the lake, I live here, she recalls, I live nearby. I know this place… its so familiar. How did I get here? How long have I been here? Why aren’t I in my nice warm bed sleeping? A new image pierces her mind, of blood, bodies lying dead, flashes from a gun, and pain, excruciating pain. Groaning she holds her head and fresh sobs erupt from her. Shaking her head and muttering no, no, no over and over again she tries vainly to push the memory back into the deep recesses of her mind.
But trying to block out the nights events is now becoming impossible as they replay over and over again becoming clearer. I am in a nightmare and I am going to wake up and start my day, my normal lovely day. It didn’t happen it’s not real I will wake up now and everything will be alright. Everything will be normal again, won’t it God, God please answer me won’t it? Groaning she tries to get up but pain slams into her, making her fall back down and black out.
She awakes sometime later and again looking around her with confusion settling on her like a heavy old cloak. What was I thinking? What’s happening? I need to be doing something. She spies a man jogging down the beach with his dog, a golden retriever. They are headed towards the residential side of the lake, moving away from her, they must have come from the park she muses. She smiles at the dog; it looks so happy barking and jumping round in excitement beside its master. Deep inside her a voice cries out to the man and dog, help me, please help me, don’t leave me here to die alone. But the cry fades like a dying echo in her mind and remains unvoiced.
Her eyes blur again and she tries to blink away the tears. Watching the man and his dog, smiling at the dog’s antics, as it bounces around like an over grown puppy. Oh to be so young and innocent again. But that was lost to me long ago, stolen and lost in time, she muses. A small laugh escapes her as the dog splashes around in the water barking at its owner, almost like an invitation for him to join him for a swim. The man calls the dog and it runs straight at the man and trips the man in mid step. The man falls head over heels and is laughing. The dog barks again and runs back into the water, almost as if to say well now your wet lets play.
She starts to laugh and pain racks her body, but she still keeps laughing, a harsh hollow laugh. She coughs and she tastes blood in her mouth. She spits it out on the sand and watches in fascination as the sand soaks it up and leaves a dark blotch on its soft white surface. Innocence and blood seem to go hand in hand in life. Or so it seems to me she thinks, well it did for me. What a curious thought, where did it come from? Feeling exhausted and sick from the taste of blood she slowly lies down on the cold but soft sand.
She wakes with a start, the pain in her stomach is so acute she has no breathe to scream. Slowly sitting up she puts her hand on her stomach and she feels a warm stickiness. She tries to fight the waves of nausea that are washing over her. Looking at her hand she finds it coated in blood. Whose blood is that she wonders feeling dizzy? Is it mine? Or someone else’s, I just can’t seem to remember. God I feel sick, I want to be sick she thinks. Why isn’t someone helping me? She lies down again, closes her eyes and drifts off again.
She wakes feeling the warmth of the sun bright on her face (she can hear her mother singing in the kitchen). She can hear a voice (mama is that you?). She tries to focus on it but it’s just too hard, she just wants to go back to the darkness, it’s so safe and quiet there (mama please turn on the light). Please leave me alone, I just want to be alone (mama make them go away). She feels so cold, (why is it so cold?) but numb a strange sensation, if only she could be warm again (mama why I am so cold?).
The sirens are really loud, why can’t they turn them off? Are they here for me? Where that is man and dog? Someone tell them to turn off those damn sirens…She can hear voices they seem so far away, but so near, how strange. She feels hands moving her, touching her, no, no leave me alone just let me sleep… I can’t feel the pain any more, just leave me alone… I want the darkness, I need the darkness… please just leave me alone. There is one more eruption of pain, oh god it hurts! But she has no breathe left to cry out, no more need, well not any more…
Slowly and weakly she manages to open her eyes, she can see a huge dark stain on the sand as hands slowly lift her up… where am I going now? She can’t feel the pain in her stomach any more and briefly wonders why? A voice tells her to stay with them; just hold on now, everything will be alright… They can’t see that it’s too late now? She feels warm, so blissfully warm and secure, so safe. The sun warms her faces and she looks at the light dancing on the water. She smiles, how beautiful it is…Then she closes her eyes and follows some different voices very beautiful voices and drifts blissfully away.
The end…
Demons in the night
Am I dreaming or am I awake! I don't know any more! Reality and fiction have finally merged into one, now I am just lost and confused. What once was just my world of dreams, is now apart of my waking days, so now upon waking the nightmare continues. I leave my home and my dreams follow me I have no safe place to go or be... I have nowhere, no place to escape my nightmares.
The demons, dark and nightmarish surround me and I hear their awful screams and foul cursing continuously in my head. The angels silent and serene advance and attack the demons in great numbers; but oh the screaming is so intense and tests my sanity.
It is only then that I realise the one doing all the screaming is me. I cover my aching ears with my hands as I stand in a busy street screaming. It dawns on me that I am the centre of attention, people are side stepping me and crossing the street to avoid me. I feel I am waking from a dream... I see on their faces, they think I am insane... am I insane? I flee back to my home, my errands forgotten. The angels follow and surround me, looking worried. I return home to find the demons have retreated... for the moment.
Shaken I close my door, it seems that now it is getting too dangerous for me to venture out of doors. Why is this happening to me? The angels look at me with guarded expressions. I see that one of their number has gone, with each battle now I lose an angel; whereas the demon army seems to increase almost daily. What will I do when I lose all the angels?
Who will protect me then? I wish they could talk to me, I know they hear my thoughts. They just look at me with sympathy. I tried to touch one once, they as as substantial as the air I breathe.
I wonder at what the Divines purpose could be in all of this, why does evil want my soul, and why does the Divine want to save it? What is so special about me? I am so confused my head is beginning to hurt.
I swear I am insane! I can't eat or sleep! I see the concern on my guardians faces.. the demons are attacking more often and with such veracity! Maybe they sense an impending victory... The angels numbers have dwindled alarmingly, the demons ranks have grown. Is my soul that precious?
I am weeping again, this is so terrifying, and I am so alone. I fear it will not be long before the demons overwhelm my guardians and rend me from limb to limb. I tremor at the thought...
I don't go anywhere any more... the nightmare follows me where ever I go. I keep all the lights on in my house day and night, so there are no shadows. And so the demons can't sneak up behind me and attack me unaware's. I see no one, they think I am insane anyway, they don't understand. I ignore the knocks on the door. I fear that the demons will attack anyone that comes near me.
The phone has finally stopped ringing... I am truly alone now. The last time I answered the phone the demons screamed obscenities, the person on the line thought it was me. I know I can no longer talk coherently, I have given up on any other form of rescue now, I am in this alone with my dwindling army of angels.
They came so close this time, I am hurt and bleeding! Now it has really gone beyond the realm of dreams and into reality... One came so close I could smell its foetid breath, it made a grab for me.. an angel came to my rescue just in time, but not before its wicked claws racked my arm from shoulder to wrist. Oh how it burns! My blood now joins the gore of the demons that now cover my floor and walls. Even though I can't feel her touch an angels is trying hard to heal my wounds. I ask her why does she bother, and my reply is a sad tear that slowly slips down her alabaster cheek.
I want to curl up and sleep... sleep oh how I miss it! I can't remember when was the last time I have known the blessed oblivion of sleep. I feel pity for my poor inexhaustible angels. They hover over me in protection and with concern for my welfare. But things are getting worst, the demons are growing from strength to strength. As my angel warriors dwindle, I lose any sense of hope. Maybe I should just give up, let the demons win... It would save losing any more angels.
I fear that death is coming, it is getting closer by the hour, by the minute! The demons are attacking so often now, how am I going to survive this onslaught in my weakened condition. Lack of sleep, no food and loss of blood are wearing me down. How I yearn for the peace of sleep, that has abandoned me so long ago... Maybe I should just long for the oblivion of death... but I fear the place I could end up!
The battle is nigh! The valiant angels surround me, but i fear that now all is lost. The angels have been overcome! I regret things having had come to this, that the poor angels have lost a pointless fight! Why does the Divine allow them to die for me?
I suddenly feel claws tearing at my flesh. Stunned I wonder at how the demons can touch me, they are so real! Whereas the angels are ghosts, mere mists that surround me.
Another angels has fallen, only one remains! Defiant and valiant to the end... In my weakened state I suddenly find a new strength... I have decided that enough is enough! The Divine has lost more than they can afford! I step through the angel and confront the demons... The demons seize the opportunity I have given them. I am carried high into the air just barely brushing the ceiling. I feel their claws sink into my flesh as their teeth bite into me mercilessly... I have given in but still find my voice and scream out my agonies.
My sanity that was nothing but a shoestring has finally snapped, as I see my blood drenching the ceiling and the walls... I start laughing in defiance at my tormentors. My flesh burns from their evil claws and teeth, the pain is so intense as they tear at my flesh... there is no mercy for me, I do not pass out from the pain, instead I feel every tear and rip.
Somehow I see the face of the last angel, I see the horror on his face. I beg his forgiveness, for the pain and suffering that I have caused, I should have done this long ago! I beg the Divine for mercy, for my death to come swiftly and end my torment.
I am carelessly tossed onto the floor... how is it I am still alive? I am surrounded and the demons begin a new feeding frenzy. I look up through the circle of demons in a haze of blood. My last image on earth is seeing the face of the beautiful angel, my last warrior! I place in image in my heart so that when I am burning in the fires of hell, the image will see me through. I am dying now, I feel disembodied and I no longer care or feel anything. Darkness is descending on me and I now wait for death to collect its final toll.
However I soon discover that my sacrifice was not in vain... I rise from my body feeling free, alive and full of hope. The angels stand before me, even the ones that I had lost are smiling and applauding my eventual victory. The demons howl in frustration and anger at the sudden turn of events... just as they thought they had won, they really had lost!
The End...
A Lonely Death
Here I am sitting on the edge of the bed, alone in a silent apartment, staring at the lights of the city. I wonder how long I had been sitting here, was it light when I sat upon my bed, or was it already dark, I feel confused then ask myself why it even really matters. Something deep inside me has clicked, the decision is made. I get up and walk through my darkened home and step up to the stereo, I play a song that I had been playing for weeks now. Sarah McLachlan’s Angel swirls around me and fills the silence of the room with the sounds of her sweet melodic voice.
I walk into the kitchen, I pick up my pen and sign the note I have written for who ever gives a damn that I am gone. I tell them that I am sorry, that I am a coward, that I don’t matter, I never did, I am hated, despised and unwanted; I can’t live any more, the world is too cruel, please try not forget me, not that you would even remember me or miss me and to forgive me! I left my last will and testament beside the letter and brush away the tear that trickles down my cheek. I pick up the bottle of pain killers I had stolen from my mother and open the lid pouring the tablets onto my palm. I swirl them around with my finger as they sit looking pretty on my hand. Then I am hearing my mother’s voice “sweetheart go get mummy’s happy pills… that’s my darling”. Well they are my happy pills now. I swallow the whole lot in one go; now there is no turning back.
I pick up the bottle of bourbon I left on the table; I take a swig, then another. I enjoy the feel of the burning liquor in my throat; I can feel it in the pit of my stomach. I look at the bottle and see that its half empty… see there is the pessimist in me, and I chuckle to myself. I listen to the music and sing along,
“I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight”
Then I wonder, will I find peace in the arms of an angel, or will I be stuck in a black, silent, endless void. I am hoping for the black void to be honest, guess there is only one way to find out! I walk past my stereo and put the song on repeat. I make sure it’s not too loud; I don’t want any disturbances, I so want to die in peace. I sway and blink my eyes, I need to concentrate can’t have any rescues here; need to get this done right. I turn towards my bathroom swaying a little, I hear a bang of a door from upstairs and the neighbours start arguing, their baby starts screaming. I press my hands to my ears and feel a scream build up inside me, a scream that I hold within, like all the other screams. I move more quickly towards the bathroom, I need relief I need the blackness now.
I run the tap and fill the bath; I have always loved this bath. It is the big old fashion kind with the lion’s feet and high back. Being short I can easily lie down in it and not touch the other end with my feet. Smiling I trail my fingers in the water of the rapidly filling bath, then I slow the run of the water so that I can enjoy the sound of trickling water. I find myself feeling relaxed, calm and emotionally unattached. I almost nod off and I wake with a jerk, not yet I tell myself not quite yet.
My eyes fall upon the knife sitting on the vanity. I had taken it to be sharpened that morning; I don’t need a blunt knife right now. I remember vaguely the man telling me to be careful with it, because it is so sharp I could shave the hair off my arms… that’s not what I want to use it for, but thanks all the same. I pick it up and press my thumb against the blade, sure enough I start bleeding, but more importantly I didn’t feel any pain.
I take another swig from the bourbon, strip off my clothes and step into the soothing heat of the bath; I place the bottle on the window sill above the bath and pick up the knife. I run it lightly down my wrist, following the vein. I grab the bourbon and I down the rest of the fiery liquid, I choke, but manage to hold it down. I toss the bottle and giggle when I hear the bottle smashing on the tiles. I feel comfortably numb now, almost like I am standing beside myself watching everything taking place.
I pick up the knife again and look at my left wrist, I press the point of the blade against my veins and smile as the blood wells up and starts dripping into the bath water. Then I slowly followed the vein opening it up completely. Then I quickly swap hands and do the same with the other wrist, only it’s a little jagged and not as clean as the other cut. I toss the knife feeling sleepy and weak. I lean back against the bath and close my eyes. I can feel a fire from my wrists as they sink into the water, but I feel so detached and separate from my body now.
I my eyes flutter open once more, I smile as darkness descends and claims me for all eternity.
...The End...
Maidens Lament
I wake from a dream, with an aching heart; an unyielding empty loss pervades my soul. It happens every morning; I choke back the sobs and pull the covers over my head hoping for the oblivion of sleep. But alas it is too late and now my mind is awake.
I go back in time, to the beginning when this heart break first took place. We were once beings of light, winged creatures that worked hard to keep the universe balanced, then when man kind was born and we became messengers for the Gods.
We were one, unique but of one heart and mind. Our passion knew no bounds and we barely needed to speak for we knew the others thoughts. We communicated with a mere touch or look, and enough was said. We were united, a formidable team that held the balance between light and dark.
Then one day my beloved began to thirst; thirst for unending power, for a God like status, to rise above all and be the all powerful. The light could not give him what he wanted so he turned, he turned his back on me and took his place in the halls of darkness; thus he became an all powerful demon.
I had no thirst for power; I did not want dominion over man or God. I was content in my role; all I wanted was my beloved and the radiant love of my Goddess. To continue fighting the good fight and helping mankind. I could not walk where my lover now tread. We became enemies and were torn apart.
So our hearts and love was torn asunder, broken beyond repair. And as a final humiliation my love sent the screaming demons of hell to murder me, to rend me from limb to limb for I was the only one with the power to destroy him. I would not join him, so my destruction was paramount.
But my Goddess stepped in and my brothers and sisters saved me from the brink of death, for on the brink of death I was.
To protect me from my beloved and from myself my Goddess placed me in hiding, upon the world called earth. She sent me here to learn, to regain my strength and develop a power all of my own. She wiped the knowledge of our love from my mind, in the hope that I could be saved.
So centuries have past beyond my eyes, I grow, I learn, and become more powerful with each turn of the year. But alas I still carry my grief and my story repeats itself from life to life. Each life I find myself falling in love with someone that does not return the love I carry for them. I stand upon towers and hillsides staring at the horizon waiting and hoping that once, just this once my love will be returned to me just as strongly and as powerfully as I give it.
I end up in love triangles; the one I love mourns the lost of someone they held dearer than life itself. Then along I come and fill the gap, which is all I so is fill the gap. I am the one that loves Sir Tristan as he mourns his love for Isolde. I am the lonely bride that stands atop her lonely spire waiting for her knight to return from battle; A knight that puts love of king and country before all else. I am the soldier that goes away to war, to lose his love to another man because he is there, and I am not. Or the one that gives their all only to have their loved laughed at and then spurned, to sadly watch them give their heart to another.
How long must I endure this pain, this loss, the emptiness that is always in my heart? How I wish the demons had completed their work! That they had rend me from limb to limb, torn my heart from my chest and devoured it. Always the wishful thinking!
Oh and there is the twist to this fateful story. My beloved, my heart, my soul is also in lament. His continuing torture, his price for godlike power is the knowledge of what he has done to my heart. The raging fire in his heart is my sorrow, my pain. He howls in agony for me, but alas it is too late for him and he can never return. So the gulf remains for all eternity. We try to reach out to each other but a barrier holds us back and we are again pulled apart. He cannot give up his power, and I cannot give up my life.
So now, I will endeavour to seek the oblivion of sleep and hope beyond hope that someday, somewhere, somehow my heart will be mended and that a love will come that will heal my pain and help me to forget. Someone that will rescue me from this maidens lament!
...The end...
Memory of an ANZAC
Long before dawn with his weary old bones creaking he rose from his bed. He takes a deep breathe and lets it out in a long mournful sigh. His wife reaches for him and kisses his lips softly; she knows he has a long difficult day ahead. Smiling tenderly he kisses her hand then she hands him his coffee, with worry in her eyes. He puts on his best old suit, straightens his tie, turns to the mirror and looks into his eyes.
A memory as vivid as if it was happening right now fills his mind and he smells his own fear, feels the sweat running down his spine and the whisper of his own prayers. He remembers the thunder of the shells as they hit the beach, the roar of the naval guns returning the fire; the crack of rifles, the whine of the bullets. He can hear the roar of the boats motor, with the waves crashing over the top, the icy water sloshing around his boots; and the sobs of the private beside him. He remembers the sting of salt water in his eyes, the smell of blood, the taste of sand and of mates screaming and dying in a foreign land they never even heard of before.
He goes to wipe the salt water from his face and he is back to reality, he takes a deep breathe and shakily lets it out again. He reaches with now shaking hands for the medals that are sitting on his dresser and pins them to his chest. He looks at those medals with a mix of pride and regret, all polished and neat, sitting on his chest; medals that he won while fighting in that foreign land.
In the cold grey of dawn he now stands near a beach at an ANZAC memorial half listening to an age old speech that he knows off by heart; while his mind wanders elsewhere. A lone gull cries its lonely cry and it watches it fly by. Then once again his mind goes back to another cold grey dawn on an even colder grey sea, struggling out of the water that is filled with floating bodies. The fight and struggles to get across a blood soaked beach, with his stomach in the tightest of knots trying to get to safety away from the shells and whizzing bullets. At that moment he is utterly alone, he sees his buddies ducking and running, struggling to stay alive, and everything is in slow motion. His best mate disappears under a sudden cloud of sand and blood, but still he moves on. A sob escapes his throat for now he knows real fear, and no one can help him now…
A hand squeezes his and he jumps coming out of his revere, and looks into the lovely eyes of his dear old wife. She smiles a sad smile, he knows how hard she tries to help and understand; where on earth would he have been if he didn’t have her loving heart and support all these long years. He focuses his churning mind back to the speech, trying to banish the memories.
He mutters “Lest We Forget” with a hard lump in his throat and with deep sorrow in his heart. In the silence of his prayer he remembers his fallen mates long lost and buried, their lives laid to waste; left behind in that foreign land. As the bugle starts he lifts his head with a pride that only a soldier can understand. Tears run now unashamedly down his wrinkled old cheeks and his heart fills with a strange sense of pride.
A small hand slips into his and he looks into the angelic face of his little granddaughter who looks up smiling at her granddad. Looking around him he sees the faces of all his family, all those he loves so dearly. All with eyes shining with tears, looking at him with soft smiles on their faces and holding their heads high with pride. Looking back at his granddaughter he sees her with her head held high, just like granddads, with her hand over her heart, just like granddads.
Looking around him he sees a sea of faces of all creeds and races. All with shining eyes, lumps in their throat and heads held high in pride. The bugle finishes its mournful song and calls for the lost soldiers to come home. And he can see their ghosts standing strong and tall in amongst the crowd, they had found their way home. He smiles sadly, because he is glad to be home too.
No they will never ever be forgotten; they will live for eternity young in heart, strong in body, proud in spirit. We will never forget, even as the last old digger passes we shall remember them until the end of all days and time.
“Lest We Forget”
(In memory of my grandfather Tom)
**For those who are not Australian and don't know what ANZAC means it is Australian and New Zealand Army Corps**
Ice Queen
I rule a cold shadowy world! Nothing green grows here, there is little life as well...
I live in a castle made of stone and ice, my frozen gargoyles loll their tongues and peer at you with their ugly faces from the walls and my towers.
The wind howls around the walls driving snow and ice against the walls creating deep mounds for you to sink in.
And within these walls I sit upon my frozen throne, all cold and austere.... I wear white with a pale blue cloak wrapped tightly around my shoulders...
If you should ever be lucky to stand before me, you will never see my face! I wear a mask of white with a blue swirl down one side and just open slit where you may see the glitter of my eyes. You will not see the frozen tears that lie upon my cheeks.
I watch the world with a crystal shard... I see the pain, misery and hatred that have marred my life since my birth. My heart has become so frozen that I cannot feel or understand love, it has become lost to me forever.
So if you should ever visit my realm and survive to be in my presence pity me not. For I am a product of my upbringing. Then I shall welcome you with my cold, cold arms and invite you to stay awhile perhaps offer you a tea.
The End...
Guardian of the Light
I stand tall and proud, saturated in the gore of my foe. Blade singing and covered in blood...
I survey the ground and see the bodies of the fallen dark and white alike. The slaughter and blood brings bile to my throat.
I see a friend staring glassy eyed to the sky and a knot of grief brings me to my knees. I bow my head memories of my fallen comrade flooding my mind.
I hear a step and look up to the face of a fellow warrior, tears streaming down his cheeks looking at our beautiful friend.
I close her eyes and stand, embracing him sharing in his grief and anger. Others come all feeling that moment of pain.
The smell of blood, fire and ash sickens me and I clean my sword gathering in my emotions. I look up sternly at the warriors before me and I see them straighten.
Then without another word we the Guardians of the Light approach and take uplift our comrade.
As one we launch into the sky, wings materialising out of nothing and we rise up to the sun... into the light. The battle for the light has only just begun.
Trapped in Silence
I am trapped, caught, bound in this misery of existence. My voice silenced like the dead of the night. I am unable to release my self from the misery, left feeling weak helpless and so utterly alone.
I am stuck in this disgusting vessel of flesh and bone, unable to lift myself up and be free of this decaying corpse of filth and greed. I am unable to escape from this cage of existence.
I cannot lift my voice and scream out my agonies. My voice gagged and silent, unable to express the words I so need to say. My screams locked inside me making my throat feel tight and raw.
Tears do nothing! They cannot release me from this life! They just make my misery more profound as they fall silently on deaf uncaring ears. They do not ease this agony within, rather make it more pronounced.
I want the oblivion of death to march through my door and snatch me from this existence. I implore, plead, and beg for death to take me away from all of this… But alas my pleas fall upon deaths deaf ears.
So here I remain, left locked in my miserable body, filled with remorse, filled with a defiant anger at the world. A lost victim of despair, used and abused, tossed aside just like yesterdays trash.
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