covered with clouds, grey, not even a hint of green. perhaps the day was meant to be like this. I noticed every bit, all of the rocks and stones lying on the road, the rubble of the buildings, the city on fire. i noticed it all, they had executed all those with me and here i was, the last one. “The drive to the gallows will be a ride” he said to me, and what a ride it is. My ears were ringing, looking at the crowd of people, raging, too many to count. I saw life in them. Did we win? did we lose? We destroyed it all just like we wanted, and my answer was right there, a little girl among this monstrous crowd protesting, A little girl who presented me with a flower just as i stepped on the wood, about to be hung 6 feet from the ground. She was there, strong enough to witness and protest. We had won. The eerie feeling was not indicating our loss, but the fact that i will not witness what will happen after me.

My stomach carved with an eerie force… the effect of the last sunset I will ever see, I felt my heart race. I took one last look before my execution. As they forced me into the room and strapped me down to the table I began to reflect on my life and the desicion which brought me to this moment. I closed my eyes as the injection shot through my veins.

Little did I know she always liked me

little did I know she always lied to me

Love shouldn't be this hard The way it aches in our hearts When we overloves someone and doesn't get that back

They stood upon the edge of the cliff, holding the witch and his beast with their Iron Hands. The clan’s magic, together, was something even he couldn’t resist against.

“Sun Koon!” Shouted Solt Han, the clan leader of the Solts. “You have been charged with the crime of capturing evil spirits and murdering innocents with them! Do you deny?”

Koon, chained with the Iron Hands, could do nothing but sigh. He glanced over at his wooden creature, the large, human shaped puppet was trying to break its prison. But Koon knew it would be impossible, the Sun Clan’s magic could not be broken with mere strength.

“No,” Koon said, defeated, “I uphold to those crimes.”

Koon could feel Moon Ran’s eyes searching him, searching to see if he was telling the truth. When Koon turned to him, Koon was surprised to see tears in the Moon Leader’s son.

“Then it has been decided! Sun Koon shall be thrown into the Cold Void!” Solt Han turned to the Clan Leaders and the crowd of their citizens. “Mark this day as the day Sun Koon was finally punished for his crimes!”

Koon closed his eyes, but that couldn’t stop him from hearing the great cries of the men and women who had come to see him die. He heard a whimper from Moon Ran, but it was quickly stifled as footsteps came closer. One foot seemed slower than the other.

Koon opened his eyes and looked up to see who would throw him below.

Moon Bey, Moon Ran’s father and the leader of the Moon Clan.

Koon sighed. The puppet roared, trying, trying to find a way to save Koon. To save his master.

“It only makes sense for you to bring me to my demise,” Koon stared into the dark, emotionless eyes of his creator, “You were the one who brought me into this world…Master.”

Moon Bey gritted his teeth. “Shut up, you pathetic leech.”

Then Koon felt a sharp kick in his back.

Everything seemed to go slow.

Moon Bey moved out of the way, and Koon was falling down the cliff.

Moon Ran cried out.

The puppet screeched.

But Koon, Koon only cried as the world flew by him in a quick blur. Tears clouded his eyes.

The sun rose above him, its light warm. Its light inviting.

His last sunrise. His last breath.

(So this was inspired by MDZS, I’m watching the anime rn. I really like it but I can’t find season 3 episode 2 with English subtitles, so I wrote this in anger. Anyways, thanks for reading! Have a great day!)

Natasha’s stomach caved in with eerie force, the effect of the last sunset she would ever see. She was sitting on a ledge of solid stone, with Chiku. “Life comes with a price” He said. “What is it?” Asked Natasha, eager for the answer. “Death, and losses, tragedies. This is the last sunset we will ever see, Natasha, until the dark forces take over.” He said. They sat in silence, as the wind swirled around their feet, casting out every other noise, except each other. The sea’s waves crashed solemnly in the distance, giving the effect of a funeral. Natasha said. “We can stop them can’t we?” The blistering hopefulness in her voice unbearable.

“We can’t, it’s over.” He said simply. Tears started to form in Natasha’s eyes, forcing her to blink them away. “_It can’t be over.” She said to Chiku, who shook his head. “There’s no stopping them, we can’t” we can! Thought Natasha. Or is this where the world ends?** …

_****This is the final story of A Sky series! Hope you enjoyed.**

Eternal Darkness was something the witch had promised for thousands of years. Though after she was banished nobody really took it seriously. Now it has been hundred years since her banishing and life is great... for everyone else. I'm what people call a 'Death Seeker' but not only is that inaccurate, it is offensive. I don't seek death, death just follo0ows me around. Let's see if I can explain, whenever someone turns 10 years old they get a special power. Every power is different, mine is a special kind of foreshadowing. I can feel different emotions based on what is going to happen, Anyway, Death Seekers are a person who heads on a dangerous journey to protect our ancestry. Most of us encounter death in one way or another. I started my journey the day I got my power, the day I started to feel this heavy weight on my shoulders. I have traveled around the land of which we have lived for 5 years. Most recently, I have been looking into rumor of a wannabe witch. I am currently outside a cave, the closest I have ever been to figuring this out. Walking in, I feel a cold chill run down my spine. A split second later a swarm of bats came flying out. That's gotta be a bad omen. Oh well.

*warning sexual assault, suicidal *

Her stomach caved in with an eerie force…the effect of the last sunset she would ever see. She decided she was going to do it, bite the bullet. She couldn’t take it anymore, and at this point anything was better then this.

She has no idea how long it had been, how many days she’d been gone from reality and forced into this new one…How long it had been since she held her sweet babies in her arms. All she felt like she knew anymore was torture. This hell. She couldn’t even count how many times Roald had been here since that first time constantly coming back to force his hands inside her body.

“Couldn’t you just kill me?” She asked.

“You’re far to valuable.” Roald chuckled as he finished.

“I don’t see how I’m valuable with these lashes across my back and this wound on my arm. I’m broken. Inside and out.”

“Your broken is still beautiful. And the master wants your beautiful.”

She got up and walked away, contemplating how she was going to end it now that Jeremiah was on her too. So many eyes it would be hard to attempt her life.

Jeremiah had a gun in his holster that could be grabbed easily enough with the right distraction and motivation. It was just a matter of him being Roald’s right hand man and head of security here. Surely though, if she did fail any one of the other men would be on her so fast she’d still never make it through the night.

She was sore from the whipping she received the night before for refusing Jeremiah and from what she had just encountered with Roald that she went on to rest briefly before she composed her self and went along with any kind of plan.

It was pointless trying to rest. Her thoughts consumed her. She thought about Charlie and how her heart hurt, how she loved him, and how he didn’t love her. He told her so. “Only once” he said. She thought about how she had no one and didn’t have many friends and how no one was looking for her. Tears rolled down her face. What was wrong with her that she always gets cast aside? What was wrong with her that people always treated her like this?

The sunset was always her favorite time of the day. She loves all of the colors, especially the oranges that would show up in the sky. It was fitting that this would be when she would say goodbye to the world.

She got up off of the floor and walked over to Jeremiah trying to hold her self as composed as she could, accentuating her breasts and commanding his attention. It worked because he started to approach her as well.

“Ms. Veronica what are you doing?” He said to her.

“Well you see,” she said sizing him up and down, “I was hoping you would let me apologize to you for before…” she continued as she turned around making sure to swing her hips back and fourth and hold his attention as she led him behind the curtain.

“Well go on then apologize.” He demanded.

“I’m gonna need you to take off your clothes.”

“Why do I need to take off my clothes?”

“Don’t you want to see how sorry I really am?”

He started to remove his shirt followed by his holster and then his pants. He kept on his underwear an obvious tent showing.

“What are you waiting for?” He said to her.

She approached him and straddled him and put her mouth to his ear, “How does this feel?” She said nibbling onto his ear in her mouth.

He moaned saying nothing. So she took the opportunity to get him into an even more compromising position. She rubbed herself up against the tent formed in his underwear as he let out another moan then she grabbed his hair in her hand and pulled his head down hard while grabbing his member with her other hand and said, “Tell me what you want me to do,” as she stroked her hand down.

“Get on top of me now.” He said to her.

“But that is against the rules, remember?”

“Not my rules.” He said and grabbed her spinning her around and slamming her body over the very same table he threw his gun.

“Wait,” She said, “Not like this,” she continued as she grabbed the gun unbeknownst to him and turned around . “Like this.” She said pressing the gun up against his member, forcing him back into his seat.

“Woah, take it easy.” He said to her.

“Easy? That’s funny coming from the guy who lashed into me.”

She shot him and then trained the gun onto herself and before she knew it everything went black.

She awoke in a few hours with a splitting headache. Before she could shoot herself Roald knocked her out from behind. Only worse now was not only was she naked she was tied up. Her will to live completely gone. And all her hope lost.

My stomach caved in with an eerie force… the effect of the last sunset I will ever see.

I always loved the sun, going down to the local cove and soaking it up on the beach.

It was the best.

But that all changed when I met them. There were four in total, four very attractive men that I met walking the streets at 1am. Anyone and their mother would tell me it was a bad idea to engage with them. They couldn’t possibly have been up to any good, and as a young woman I was putting myself in danger

I wasn’t naive, I knew I was at risk approaching them, but being on the edge of danger felt good. We became friends and that buzz remained for weeks.

Until one bit me.

My insides began rotting away, my skin became pale and sensitive and my stomach shrivelled up with hunger.

This is the last time I’ll see the sun from this cove. I’m now plunged into the night with a craving for blood that will never be quenched.

Thump, thump, thump…. heart racing, anticipating Thump, thump….. an empty conscious waiting Thump… My stomach caved in with an eerie force… The effect of the last sunset I will ever see Our time has run it’s course Why is it so hard to say goodbye

My stomach caved in with an eerie force… the effect of the last sunset I will ever see. My heart thuds inside my chest; full of longing to see more sunsets, and sunrises, and rain showers, and flowers blooming in the field, and leaves changing colors on the trees, and, and, and… The longing inside me is like a physical pain, a wound deep inside. It cannot be healed.

​I sigh as I turn away from the window. Its no use looking and longing. I know there is no hope for me. I begin to pace around my cell. The cell is small, so it doesn’t take me long to cross from one wall to the other. It is stiflingly hot inside my cell, the air close and smelling of bodies and excrement. Despite the stuffiness and the heat, a shiver runs down my spine. My time on this earth has come to an end and I am not coping well.

​I always imagined I would die an old lady, comfortably in my bed; close my eyes on earth and wake in heaven, as easy as breathing. I never thought I would spend my last days in a prison cell, sentenced to death for differing in my beliefs. The new queen has changed all that; now that Queen Jane is dead, it is Queen Mary on the throne. And Queen Mary has taken it upon herself to rid all England of Protestants. It is frightful, to be allowed to pursue your religion one day, and forbidden the next. And to be faced with execution… it is unthinkable, yet here I am, faced with that very thing.

​My stomach clenches again, and I sit down, and then lie down, curling up into a little ball on my cot. I pray as I sob, filled with grief for the future that was wrested from me. For the children I will never have. For the journeys I will never make. For the sunsets that will continue to bless the earth that I will never see. As my sobs cease, my mind drifts into a dark and troubled sleep.