ezurates Angel
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Writing was my first true love.
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A palace by the sea
Janice knew this was going to be the last time she seen this familiar view. For the last 17 years, she had watched almost every single sunset from this point. Her entire childhood was tucked away in corners of the house. The crook of the trees. The path down to the beach. Particularly, in the stretch of shore that had been her playhouse for as far back as she could remember. Every happy moment, every milestone. Her birthday parties, holiday gatherings, and most recently, a graduation party. Even her first kiss had been here, in the dying embers of the setting sun. All so cozy and happy. That was before the diagnosis. This place now held the sad tinge of descent. The decline of the one true rock in her life had been heartbreaking. It had happened so suddenly that it was hard to recall the shock of finding out that time was limited through the pain of knowing it was already gone. She would have to move on now. But how? How was she supposed to be away from the sea, these memories, these sunsets? Away from everything she ever knew? Reaching around with her arms to hold herself, she cried softly into the darkening night, breathing in the salty air. How could her whole life become a memory?? The last of the light was seeping down the edge of the horizon, as if it, too, was saying goodbye. The crash of the waves seemed to be calling to her father, beckoning him, confused as to why he hadn’t come. This time, it was just her, and it would have to be enough. She headed down the path towards the water.
By ezurates Angel4 years ago in Motivation
A Book Beyond Black
Evening came and went. Darkness fell. As midnight neared, Jared was waiting. Deep down, he knew he was crossing lines, but being stubborn, and way too intrigued, he committed himself to the deed. He downed a shot of liquid courage and looked towards the house across the street. Why were there never any lights on? Too late to ponder now. He was thankful for it tonight. He strode to the end of the drive, heart pumping in a frenzy, and proceeded to sneak to the edge of the yard. Thankfully, the moon was scarcely visible and bordering bushes obscured him.
By ezurates Angel5 years ago in Horror
the pale angel
The barren nights seemed emptier these days. Life was heavy and discomforting, and the woman had become a shell of her former self. Struggling with insomnia, lying uncomfortably on a messy bed, she simply stared out the open windows’ gaping black hole into a moonless night. The woman seemed not to care for the freezing cold the open passage blasted at her. She thought it to be relevant and resonating with her current mood. Sadness radiated from her. She silently cried and held herself for comfort. “How could I be this lonely?”, she questioned. The torrent of existential pain bared down as if she carried the weight of the world, which in a way, she did. She noticed a solitary star peek out from under rolling dark clouds. In the void of color in the dismal night, it was pretty and sympathetic, and seemed to appear just for her purpose. So, she forced herself up off the bed, stuck her head out the window and peered into the night at the twinkling light. A single tear rolled down her cheek, dripped off her chin, leaving a trail across her cheek that chilled quickly in the windy, winter night. She gathered her composure, took a shaky breath, and whispered up to the heavens, “Starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight. Wish I may, wish I might, please grant this wish I wish tonight?”.
By ezurates Angel5 years ago in Motivation
