There was nothing that could be seen. It was darker than black, the cold enveloping me slowly.
I felt you next to me, warmth radiating off of you, yet I could not reach it. There was no light pushing through the darkness and the warmth gets stripped away, like a black hole, growing bigger with your light and warmth.
Directly in sight, I long to be next to you, your warmth penetrating deeply and fully, engulfing the darkness and eradicating it. Cold replaced with heat, replaced with emotion and passion once again, living life as it should be.
I long to be there next to you, to feel the warmth and passion enter me, to give to you the way you give to me. If only life could be easy and I did not feel empty the way I do now.
In the darkness the creature scurries away, hiding from me in the shadows, creeping in the pustulant night. Every step I take, it takes one too. Following and creeping behind. Tentacles writhing to taste my flesh.
I cannot see it. Not even the eyes. Yet, I know it follows. It lies behind every door, lurking in the shadows. With each step, it waits behind, waiting for one mistake. Waiting to taste my blood. Waiting to drink from the chalice the gift of life.
I will not let it take me. Faster I walk down the hall, past the chandeliers and paintings. Everywhere I look, the shadows retreat. It is ahead of me now! Waiting for me to fall into its bloody arms, every inch of its skin ready to rip my flesh apart.
Faster I walk. Faster. If I slow down now, it will surely catch me. I can feel the walls pressing closer, ready to feed me to that monster.
I reach the end of the corridor, at the tall glass window. I see the full moon in the eternal sky, commanding the attention of all. I turn back and see it in its full form, the demon of my dreams. It forms and looks back at me. I see the mercury eyes, the eyes of malice and intent to kill. The eyes of lust.
Panicking, I reach behind me, but all I feel is the lever to open the window. Might as well. I will not let this monster take me. I will not allow my blood to be used to paint these halls red. I will let the ocean mix with my blood, and set myself free in the sea.
Looking upon you, I saw many great things. Great and terrible things!
It was in your eyes from the beginning. From the moment you came into life, the darkness in your eyes was clearer than water. It seemed as if your soul swam in hatred and sin.
How could it though? You haven’t turned a year yet.
But the pain you brought me when you were born was beyond normal. My intestines were ripped apart when you left. Several organs were torn when you exited me.
Every animal that has come by has died on the lawn. The only thing that hasn’t, and it even thrives in your presence, is that horrid snake! It was curled next to you one night, and has never left since.
Anything living brought into this home becomes sick or dies. Any time flowers are brought, they wilt instantly. I have been unable to recover from your birth; infections always pop up, no matter how often I am treated. Your father has been unable to breath, having several asthma attacks everyday, something he never had before.
What to do with you demon? I do not know.. You cannot be kept for long, that is for sure.
Maybe the woods? For sure some animal needs some food.
Or the water? Get enough water blessed and have you drown. I remember that day we took you for your baptism, the church turned into vessel of darkness and we were banned.
That may work indeed.
I am sorry my baby boy, but this hell cannot continue. It will come to an end. Remember though, we will always love you.
Another short story that I wrote. I have started writing them, practicing for a full novel that I am working on. Hope y’all enjoy.
I am hiding away from the demons. They always come at night. That’s why I keep all the lights on in the apartment. The more the better.
There are knives underneath my pillow. I need something to protect myself with if they brave the light.
My greatest treasure, my greatest accomplishment, is my padded floor and walls. Should they decide to attack, and one day they will, I have cushion to bounce from and to keep the demons attached. They hate the cotton of the walls.
I’m going to sleep now. My armor has my arms ready, on my back, with my knives at my fingertips.
I welcome the demons. I welcome them in their white skin to come at me. I will draw their blood, like they did to me.
A short story I made. Hopefully, you enjoy this little story.
We were young and wild that night. We were free from all the barriers of society and we loved each other the entire night.
Do you remember that magical night?
That night of love and joy. We got lost in each other’s skin that night. A night in paradise with my night in shining armor. The passion does not compare to anything since then, no lover has matched the passion we had, the love we made.
Since I lost you, I have been unable to find the same passion as we had. The love for one another has been untouched. The flame remains dead and cannot be reignited by anyone,
You died too young. However, I know for sure you are in paradise.
Another short story over what someone might resort to, should their life be in shambles.
Dreams of the Beautiful Suicidal Souls pt. 4
In my bed I lie.
Waiting for my death.
I have lost everything. I have lost my wife, my children, my job, all of my money. My beautiful children…I can never see them again. The bank is coming to take away the home tomorrow, and then I will be gone.
There is nowhere to go. I have no family left.
The empty pill bottle mocks me. The bottle of whiskey stares coldly at me.
My stomach hurts. It hurts a lot. But this must happen; there is nothing left that this world can offer. I have lost everything and there is no way to regain it back. I wanted to die happily with my wife, in a nice home. With a front porch with me playing a little fiddle tune.
Today I die. I die here, in this worn out bed. I lost my life to sin, and now I see the painful white light.
A little short story. Hopefully you enjoy it, my short story writing has been out of practice.
Undone by a Sock
The pounding of my chest makes me realize I am still alive. I used to think that being without you made my heart stop beating, but it kept pounding. I thought I could feel you inside me when my heart beat.
It beats with vengeance now, as it did back then, when you treated me like your adolescent sock. At least that sock will be there with you forever, its cotton warmth encasing your manhood. I am done with you, my days of being your sock are now over.