Chasity Wurschmidt
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Being Kind to Myself.
To myself, Every New Years, we write all kinds of things about, "new year, new me" and we never follow through. Generally, it's always the same stuff about dieting, exercising, being better at cleaning, etc. but it's never about what you truly need.
By Chasity Wurschmidt4 years ago in Humans
A Snowy Demise.
January 16th, 2007 It’s cold, so cold. That’s all I can think of right now, the way my trembling body is freezing in the snow as my blood floods the rocky outcrop altar. Why? Why is this happening to me? I suppose this is just one of those things you must accept in life, dying is inevitable. I'm freezing now. I gather the last of my strength, I want to get one last look at my judge and executioner. I look up, my black hair slightly falling into my face, clinging to the beads of tears down my cheeks. I see them standing there, doing nothing as I bleed out. They simply watch with empty, emotionless eyes. Slowly, I glance up to the desolate forest surrounding me. By this time all the leaves on the trees have wilted and fell, except for the few scarce evergreens dotting the tree line. The tree limbs are covered in fresh snow, showing brightly in the dead of the night. The crescent moon dimly glowing through their outstretched arms, the deafening silence, not even the midnight breeze in the air could be heard. How fitting, I thought to myself, to die in a place surrounded by other dead things. On a branch, a few paces away on a medium sized Spruce sat a beautiful barn owl with its pale feathers and dark eyes staring intently back at me, as if interested in what is happening. A soft smile caresses my face. Ah, it’s so warm.
By Chasity Wurschmidt4 years ago in Horror
