Love

THE SURVIVING
A haunting melody filled the sky as the wind whistled past her tired wings. The Moon’s reflection below her, in the distance, caught her eye and she finally began her descent towards the ground. Dirt and pebbles went flying as she crashed to the shore of the lake. Every fiber of her being ached as her joints and muscles screamed in pain. Her head rose limply from the ground and her eyes became lost in the darkness beyond the stars. She wondered for a moment if she could go there and become a part of that deep black endlessness. If she would be able to just exist there, feeling nothing, being nothing. Memories repeatedly buried poked through the surface of her thoughts, and she clamped down on the aching wound inside of her. The agony that bled from it caused her jaw to unclench and echo the pain. The ground shook, the trees nearest her trembled and leaned away. Any curious creature that may have been near retreated to safety from the demons that accompanied her scream. She took no comfort from the eerie silence that followed. Throat raw she snaked her long neck towards the lake and let her head sink beneath the still surface. The Engels grinned nastily at her from its dark depths but immediately fled when she returned the sentiment. She drank. With each pull of the cool water, she allowed her mind to become empty, her pain to become quiet and her heart to go dark. When the need for air became a whine in her head she stayed longer, the edges of her vision began to darken, before she finally resurfaced. Numbly taking in her surroundings, she noted there were no clear trails to the lake from the dense trees, she would go unbothered here for the night. It was the first clearing she had noticed since she had begun her flight over the Verbode Woud. She knew she would not be followed once she reached this ancient forest. She was safe here. Ignoring the unwanted whispers of relief and a sudden growling of hunger she made herself marginally comfortable on the dark pebbled beach of the lake. Curling her serpent like neck and tail around her body she allowed herself rest for the first time in days. She fell into a death like slumber where images filled with pain and heartbreak awaited her.
By Gabriel3 years ago in Fiction
A Christmas Wedding
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By Very Sweet Romance 3 years ago in Fiction
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By Very Sweet Romance 3 years ago in Fiction
Forever Christmas Love
FOREVER CHRISTMAS LOVE CHAPTER 1 Lady Madeline Fitzroy stepped back from the gold candle stand on the mantel after the tiny flame wavered into a burning light joining the other scented candles to illuminate the bedchamber. This casted a glow on her raven silky hair, giving the bedchamber that nostalgic Beachwood vetiver and sea spray driftwood smell.
By Very Sweet Romance 3 years ago in Fiction
A Christmas to Remember
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By Very Sweet Romance 3 years ago in Fiction
A New Holiday Season
A NEW HOLIDAY SEASON CHAPTER 1 Gregory Moordale stared at the high walls that surrounded the hall. They were covered in caper lilies, like he had requested. He looked down from the stairs and assessed the hall. The staff had done it justice. Its entire ambience was befitting of Christmas, the duke’s favorite time of the year. There were popcorn strings, stockings over a beautiful fireplace, a giant gingered cookie house and even an attention commanding tree right in the middle of the hall. If there was one thing the Duke of Birmingham knew how to do, it was throw a ball. Not just any ball, the one that would be the talk of the ton for many a night.
By Very Sweet Romance 3 years ago in Fiction
The Christmas Delivery
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By Very Sweet Romance 3 years ago in Fiction
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By Very Sweet Romance 3 years ago in Fiction
A Second Chance Holiday
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By Very Sweet Romance 3 years ago in Fiction
Hating Christmas
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By Very Sweet Romance 3 years ago in Fiction
The field of offerings
Chapter 1 The toddler cried in terror as he was being carried over the river. The sorceress was humming spells that only practitioners of the magic wonder would understand. The water was swirling around them as they crossed and she held a firm grip around the boy. The wind picked up. A small tornado formed around the two. She kept moving. The servants behind them were used to seeing magic, but never like this before. Nature was alive. The elements were dancing. Singing. Spellbound from what they saw, they missed that something big was approaching from the distance.
By Christian Johansson3 years ago in Fiction
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The wind ripped through Hornsby station like it was designed as a wind tunnel and not the last metro station on the northern line. It whipped up newspapers, lolly wrappers and cigarette butts. Anything lighter than a chip packet was fair game to the rampant, billowing gusts. Two girls came down the concourse arm in arm, giggling in confidence to each other and onto platform one. Squiddy looked up at the oncoming laughter from a couple of late-nighters brave enough to public transport it this time of night.
By Bren3 years ago in Fiction