Dear my Dearest,
I know it wasn’t your fault. Hurt people hurt people. That’s simple. That’s life. And even though I hate you. Oh my dear how I love you.
Greetings,
Do not put words into my mouth. Do not victimize yourself. You lie. You will never take my love away from me. She is mine. You messed up. You hurt us. All three of us.
Dear my Dearest,
I would never. You and her are my everything. Do not misunderstand.
Hello,
They say triangles are the strongest shape. But my daughter will not be affected by your incompetence to be loyal. Goodbye.
Dear my Dearest,
Goodbye..
Fire. Pain. Truth. Ending. The mirror knows. The mirror lives.
Ashes fall around me. My knees lay in the invisible cracks. Sweaty hands grip the object in front of me. No light reflects off its center. Clouds block the heavens.
When I look in the mirror I see me. A twisted, distorted, bone chilling glimmer grows on my face. The thing.. the part of me in front of me is my truth. I had hidden from it. As we all do. Untill we eventually come to the conclusion. The acceptance.
All monsters are human
If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would would you do with it?
Would you break it? Would you heal it?
I mean you say you “ love me.”
But..
You say you love the sun. Yet you hide from it.
You say you love the cold. Yet you wear a cloth to shield you from it.
You say you love the ocean. Yet you only watch it from a distance.
So how am I suppose to know you love me?
It was a beautiful autumn day. The leaves were rustling around me, and the sky was an enchanting shade of blue. I wanted to freeze the moment; I wanted to hold onto it forever.
I walked quickly out of the grocery store. I was in a rush. Even so, I could still feel it. The smell of blackberries and sage. The tingle of warmth. The hairs on my arms stood right up. There she was. Her brown hair wrapped neatly around her ears. Her hazel eyes staring directly in the sun. Glowing. And. Glistneing. Her bangs covering her eyebrows. Her grey teeth slightly crooked.
I wanted to call her name. I wanted to speak. But I just kept running. And when I looked back she turned and I caught a glimpse of shock on her face. Then she turned back just as normal to her person.
Just like the blackberries and sage. She was no longer mine.
“AAHHH!” I screamed. My feet were clenched in my shoes. The edge was grabbing at me, waiting for me to fall into its throat. Maria looked at me worried, but then her expression changed. It became cold. Her skin melted and steamed. Maria, my best friend, no longer stared at me. It was something more sinister. Me. It was the me I tried to hide the me I wouldn’t show. That’s when I lost my balance and fell into the depths of all my worry and fear and problems. And then I woke up. Fine to keep up my character and not let myself melt. SIZZLE
“Your time is up. Better Run!” said the lady with a worried expression. My body felt limp. I had prepared for this for months. What would she say. How would she react when my useless self could not be do one simple thing. Everyone stared in disbelief. They all knew what would happen if I didn’t run. She came out of the stands screaming. Even so, she wasn’t yelling at me. She was yelling at the thing behind me. It grabbed me and ran. It ran and ran until we hit a forest. Then it all ended. My useless life… was over.
My reflection. I hated her. She was like a different person. She wasn’t me. A smile lifted her cheeks. And warmth wafted off of her body. Deep down I knew this charade could no longer continue.
My reflection. I loved her. She wasn’t like me. A frown pinched at her cheeks. My entire body shook when I saw her. Deep down I knew this charade could no longer continue.
The testing for this genetically engineered sense began in 1978. It was first proposed by Dr. Robert Fenly. He believed that on our long trail of evolution we had lost many senses. He set out to rediscover them. Robert was seen as crazy. Mad. Delusional. Even so, his testing went on. He made ground breaking discoveries that till this day have not been recognized. One in particular called Dead Sense was a true sense. Dead sense was the sense to see the dead and to feel the spirits. By science standards this was practically impossible. Not for Robert. He worked long and hard. He tried his best to reawaken what had since been taken. And when he did… it all came tumbling down… TBD
This wasn’t my favorite prompt. And I wasn’t sure how to build up the story correctly. So you can interpret your own ending, :)
I clutched the wooden paddle against my chest. My arms sore from the constant back and forth. I could feel their eyes on me. I could sense their ill intent. Water splashed in my eyes. It was cold. Bone chilling. Hope taking. With each push and pull the little voice grew louder. Suddenly I heard my name “Graham!” “Graham hang on!”. It was my mother. Her sillouthe outlined before the bright lights. The smell of soap and medicine burning my nostrils. My body fought against losing conscious like how I had fought against the water. I will not drown. I will live.
