Warmth and Passion

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.

Beware the Shadows

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.

Inhuman

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.

Illusions 

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.

Illusions


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. 

Unforgotten Passion

A short story I made. Hopefully, you enjoy this little story.

Unforgotten Passion

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.

Dreams of the Beautiful Suicidal Souls pt. 4

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.

Undone by a Sock

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.

Two

This is a continuation of the small short story One with a different voice.

Two

I somehow survived the fire, the hell-rain that fell upon the world. The wind howled, spreading the destruction. I managed to hide when the fallout occurred; what I hid in barely held. Had it been a little longer, I would not be alive.

But once I had stepped out of my safe haven, I immediately wished I had died. When I stepped out from under my cover, I saw the pain. I still see it now, all I see is the pain that my world has suffered and will continue to suffer. For how long, I don’t know.

I look around in utter disbelief. I see no human and no creature. The sky is red and the earth is burned. I grab my head and squeeze, attempting to make any sense of what has just occurred, shutting my eyes and hoping it is simply a dream. I look around once again and the reality sinks in. I feel my hair fall; as I run my hands across my scalp, all of my hair falls off.

I walk in this wasteland, this fallout zone of nuclear toxicity. I see nothing but ruin. No human or creature. I am the last human on this desolate land.

I am the last human alive.

One

A working title for a working story, hopefully the response is good. I don’t know where I am going with this story but at the same time I do.

One

Fire burns in the sky. Thunder rumbles but it is not that of nature. Bastard lightning strikes from the clouds and splits everything it touches in two.

Buildings lay broken and construed across the barren earth. No weed or blade of grass grows; water no longer exists and sun no longer shines. Soil has become sand and broken bones have become ash. Hazardous wind blows and sweeps everything away, its hideous fingers greedily taking what remains.

Not a bird flies nor does a mouse scuttle; every animal is gone. The oceans have died with marine life inedible. Birds fell from the sky, feathers burning and screeches roaring as they fell. Land animals consumed fire and died from within, this was the fate for those that survived after the initial damage.

This hell was brought upon by the Ruler, the one from my country. The name so satanic, it was erased from history books when those things existed. I still remember the name and refuse to acknowledge it. The Ruler died at their own hand, but sadly billions joined their side.

I always knew this utterance existed, but I never thought it would ever be used. Let alone, I must bear this distinction.

“I am the last human alive.”

Dreams of the Beautiful Suicidal Souls pt. 3

Another story to continue the thread that I have started.This story does not depict myself or any person I know, nor is it meant to depict any person, living or deceased. Hope everyone enjoy this work.

 

June 10, 20XX

 

Today is the day I die. I shouldn’t be thinking like this, but I am. I have planned on how to kill myself for weeks already. I don’t want to live in this world anymore.

Just for being different I was hurt. If I dated a girl, I was called a dyke. If I dated a guy, I was labeled a whore who couldn’t keep her legs closed.

All I did was end one relationship and began another. I stopped loving her and began to fall for him. I didn’t cheat on her nor did I do that to him. But kids will be kids and label and judge. All because I identify as bisexual.

They threw fake money at me, telling me that I should be used to this. Saying that a whore like me should take it as a compliment that people want me even though I’m “diseased.” I will say this with confidence that this “whore” is actually a virgin.

Ridiculed and laughed at, rejected by the people around me and those that called me their friends, I feel empty.

All for simply being different. I had thought that my school was about inclusivity and diversity.

I want those who tormented me to know that my blood will be on their hands. I want them to forever remember my name, to always remember the pain they inflicted upon me. I want them to always remember that the girl they killed was simply another human. I want them to realize that I had dreams too. I wanted to help find a cure, or at least a better way to treat, for cancer. I wanted to help my little brother heal after having gone into remission.

I had dreams, just like those that will keep on living. Just know that you caused me this pain. It grew so much that I couldn’t bare it anymore.

I want anyone who reads this to know that words do hurt. It can and will destroy a person’s mind and thoughts and hopes and dreams. It did so for me…

I want anyone who reads this to know that words can hurt. I want you to realize the words you are saying. You need to understand the pain people will go through. You need to see that people do take things to heart. You need to realize that words can be just as deadly as knives.

I’m off to drink now. Bye. I love you, my dear family.

 

Forever Eternal,

Mya Huxley