She cut a piece from my heart and picked it up by inserting the tip of the blade of a long knife. Very delicately she straightened the knife to carry the blood sprinkling meat piece into her mouth. A red stream of blood, emanating from the tip and travelling on the shining sharp steel blade, filled the groove of the five corners star sign marked on the blade
just before the wooden handle of the knife. Few drops of blood spilled from her lips' joint at the right side as soon as she started chewing the piece. She smiled as she gulped the meat.
I felt a sharp cut on my chest and found it too heavy to breathe. I opened my eyes. Oh my god! It was a dream - a nightmare. After realising that it was a dream, I became...
Detective Elizabeth scanned over the marble white villa as she hopped out of her gold Jeep Cherokee and onto the crowd filled streets. She flashed her badge at the police officer standing just inside the tape and was led under the tape onto the crime scene. Her twin brother, Landon, strolled over as if he was walking in the park holding out a cup of coffee
to Elizabeth which she gratefully accepted – with a slight smile on her lips. “Well?” Landon leant on the hood of a police car as he swept his gaze over the grounds.
“It’s safe to say that this should have been the last place a murder could’ve happened,” Elizabeth rolled her eyes at him. “Sheesh Biz, chill. The victim was Henry Campbell, a ma...
You can trap yourself, y’know? Put yourself in a place where you can’t quite reach the exit. Caught in a labyrinth of your own thoughts and feelings. Lost in a hell of your own making, filled with the demons who know more about you than you do. You made them after all. You’re all they can know.
As he broke free of the light around him into the
shadow of the woods, Peren felt safer. But knew his pursuers would be hot on his trail. As such he had to use his superior knowledge of these trees to his advantage, but how much good would it do against the king's men? Were they not endless immortals of immeasurable power and tenacity unmatched by even the beastfolk of the Farlands? No, Peren thought to himself...
"Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat."
Life completely shattered me in ways I can not explain. The muscles on my legs, arms, and abdomen spasm and fidget as I desperately gasp for oxygen. My lungs no longer have the endurance and strength to do so. I run my fragile
and brittle finger nails down my soaking wet face as the pulsating of my heart increases.
I am alone in my small living room, light prohibited from entering and knees pressed against the cold porcelain tile. My insides ache profoundly and I can no longer withstand the agony of this soul piercing torture. I weep with all of my might until my being is complet...