To only feel such happiness is to die…those thoughts of darkness lurked in her eyes. Those sweet sensible eyes that foretold the past of her life.
It seemed like her world was crumbling, like a falling dove that would soon crash into the ocean of sorrow. She sighed as she sat on the moist grass in front of a cottage. Her name rung out beauty and simplicity…as one of her colleagues whispered quietly in fear, “Shana…”
Shana looked coldly straight into the setting sun as she ignored the whispering girl. The girl that continued to whisper insisted on the repeated phrase, “Shana what the fuck’s wrong with you? I really wish only to see that you’ re okay…please?” Shana still gave the same answer, an eerie silence that seemed to annoy the pestering girl.
Only then Shana began to rise slowly as she still kept her sight forward to the distant sunset and turned around to slowly walk away just as it looked like she had an unknown connection with the sunset. She walked passed the nuisance that stood with her with her hands on her hips, as she waited for an answer.
Only then Shana intended to dissatisfy the irritated girl by walking on back to the violet striped 55’ Thunderbird that sat in the grass with it’s gleaming hood radiating with a picture of a phoenix spreading it’s fiery wings towards the edges of the car. ”Goddamit! Why won’t you say something!? Seems like a pointless thing to do to weep over Ted! Ted only molested those kids. So why in the fuck are u weeping over him!?”, shouted the frustrated girl. Shana stood still with her eyes widening behind her forest green hair. She turned slowly with tears beginning to rush out of those eyes of dark sadness and her clenched fists begin to even squeeze tighter until only the skin turned to the color of red wine. Shana whimpered, as she knew that Ted, her own loving boyfriend who was soon to be her husband, didn’t commit the horrendous acts of molesting kindergarteners. She walked slowly towards her exasperated friend who now stood with shaking fear. Shana looked at her with sudden rage. The frightened girl stood with shivers shaking her body like the golden state that always shakes with it’s ground being disturbed by the Godesses of the Earthquakes. Shana looked at the girls see through bra and then only grabbed it with brute force as the bra tore and the girl sobbed. ”Kelly…Ted…” Shana spoke with her rage manifesting the stuttering, “Never molested them…You say one more word about him…I swear to God” Shana raised her right arm as she held the black linen bra in her left hand. Kelly stood still, quivering with tears rolling down her cheeks like the rolling hills of Ireland. Shana threw the bra in Kelly’s face as she walked off, leaving Kelly out in the whispering winds above the crashing waves before where the sunset lay.
Shana opened the car door of her 55’ Thunderbird as the click of the ignition began to turn into a low purr. Kelly began to sob as she sunk to the ground with her bowed down to the sun as whispered, “ Goddamn you….”
The distant purr began to fade off into the coming evening as obscurity would come later on and Kelly would be left alone…abandoned in the midst of the quiet waves of the English Channel…………….
*the other part of the story is currently being written…I only shall write the second one if those who read this ask for more*
*A tale of dark love only seems to lose it’s grasp on the reader as this small short part of my currently written story is not very exciting but to those who read this: if this seems interesting maybe I ll consider writing the next part…..anyone’s welcome to give their opinion on it…*
13 comments ↓
i rally liked it its well written and i think you should post the rest. i want to know how it ends
i really liked it its well written and i think you should post the rest. i want to know how it ends
I couldn’t say to finish or not to i know writing storys are hard or at least for me now for i know some may not like it and some may not think it is close to being interesting but im willing to listen i love to read and if it seems interesting it seems curious i would like to so go ahead please keep it up keep up the good work i loved it so far thanks the nolon
The beginning leaves you hanging sort of. I am curious to see how it ends.
DarkSorrow
yeah finish it…
hey finish it..you hog tie me.
write the rest
Sure, it seemed quiet good, finish it.
Ghandi….u have to write the rest…or ima be hangin in this dark room with nothin good to read…plz finish it..it waz very good..
continue
sorry gandhi but i have to utilize this space.
hey! could you pls. react on these stuffs coz I am desperate on which is better .To be used for my site as an intro…could you?
Go away
this place
is not meant
for someone
judgemental
like you
i need
nobody
but myself
i know that
you are censoring
and berating
me right now
i dont care
what you think
your negative thoughts
are just your thoughts
it wont affect me
i am not
what you think
You stayed…
…maybe you are just
the one that
i am looking for.
as your cold fingers
are holding unto
my psyche
let reality
take wings
and
you’ll feel
the despair
endless misery
in this existence
my frustration
on getting things
from this life
in aspiring things
which are not
meant to be mine
my confusion
on knowing and
living by the real
meaning of this life
my expectations
on this hallow existence
searching for my
el dorado
of happiness
and nirvana of success
my compassion
on giving
love for the unloved
care for the forsaken
and fulfillment for the searchers
you’ll see
the other side of me
the real me
which is you
through
me
OR THIS>>>
A dead man’s journal was found….The man venerate death and maledict life.Now he’s dead and no more than…
…paragon of delusion
his journal..
a space
a perfect idea
of error
discord
confusion
necromancy
total
destruction
and
ultimate
self ruination
an eye you keep
as they
arises
from
oblivion.
I am Scythes,and he is my dead brother to make the conspicuous picture clearer.He slashed his wrist and shot himself afterwards.Now he is just a dimly litted memory of the past.A month ago hem was alive though not ok.Now he is dead.And i will be following him after this to Hades.To be one of their statistics.
For us, necrotic souls and dying embers.Come in and walk in to the underworld of dark prose and gothic poetries.Paragons and delusions the door is widde open.
I hope you could email me…
dalevil@eudoramail.com
or visit my site and tell me your reviews.
hey ghandi…write more! i like your stories. i wanna know how it ends too…….and why didn’t you just post those on your own thread scythe?..sorry to say it…but that’s not right….anywho…keep writing ghandi….
Tight, lets see the rest. u know u want to