Dorian Himelburg
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I’ve been imagining and creating stories all my life, but it was only a few years ago that I started writing them down. I enjoy painting with words, and I invite you to enjoy what is on my canvas.
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Up From Death
It was cold. There was no more day, just cloud coated darkness. The wind tossed the loose landscape. The end had come and gone, and the silent new world was made of ash. Despair had prevailed. It had overcome all. From the beginning it was patient, but persistent. Never did it rest from tormenting the world. More and more quickly Despair entered the hearts and minds of mankind. As Despair ushered the last of them unto death, it would leave them behind and gather itself in the hollows of a mountain. In time, Despair became substance. He was a swirling cloud of thick-black-smoke, and his perfume was the stench of the dead. Once the last fume had reached the massing of himself, Despair peered into the eternal night over the barren wasteland from the cliff of the mountain. It was finished. Despair enjoyed the eerie silence. Only the cold wind could be heard screaming through the crevasses in the rocks and in valleys between the mountains. Satisfied, Despair descended deep into a cave, for he had worked tirelessly since his inception thousands of millennia prior, but now he would sleep. He dreamt about his completed work, his masterpiece, by reviewing every memory he had gathered from man. With a smile, he fell into slumber and watched his reign of terror begin again.
By Dorian Himelburg 5 years ago in Fiction
