Wounds of Everbleed by faithful-infidel, literature
Literature
Wounds of Everbleed
Ancients were aware of this. So they made tattoo's to protect them. They made themselves bleed so it can't.
Some call them Creature. Some call them Heartache. Once you've caught to his fury, he surely will leave some marks on you. Wounds. Wounds that will bleed forever, when you remember how you get them. So nowadays we call this wounds of Everbleed.
I have such a wound. Its been given me in 2003. I carry this wound inside me. I don't remember it anymore, so its not bleeding. And when it bleeds, i can stand the pain.
Two sisters, twin, called me two days ago. I was running away from them. I was running away from all their family, friends,
Scene 4 - Sands in my Palm by faithful-infidel, literature
Literature
Scene 4 - Sands in my Palm
It was a clear day. No wind, no waves on the blue sea. Sky and sea was meeting on the horizon without any interferance. He missed the water, he missed to swim, dive, move in sea. Its been a long time since he last time jumped in from cliffy side of the beach to the deep waters. And its been a long time he didn't felt the warm touch of the sun on his skin. He waited for this very day.
Once he was on the beach he saw some of his friends. They were sitting next to the beach under the trees on the grass field. They waved eachother. This warm weather was making everybody so relaxed, no one even tried to get up and welcome him. He just smiled,
Scene 1 - Hotel Room by faithful-infidel, literature
Literature
Scene 1 - Hotel Room
It was a dream, or was it?
He slowly opened his eyes. First he needed a few seconds to adjust the darkness of the room. Then he stood up, looked back to the bed only to find Celine sleeping next to where he was. Her long blond hair was covering naked shoulders. A thin silk sheet was hiding most of her body. She stirred. As if she noticed this attention from D. She rolled over and her hair give away to her neck. He could see her pulse even from there.
He turned his back to her and tried to clear his head. He walked to the bathroom.
It was a nice hotel. Old, but still very nice. Celine didn't had much time to find an another place for her 3
His heart was pounding like crazy. Like a derailed train, trying to restore the balance. Futile.
he was racing up on the stairs. Skipping them by two sometimes three. Running with his top speed. Trying to catch something. That something was bothering him actually. He knew when he was on the street. He knew that he could catch it only on the roof. And he knew that it will wait for him on the roof. Still he was running for it.
The last barrier was a fire exit door, which was opened with a quick puch to its red line.
He was on the roof. He could see the distance here. He could see both bridges, and even the limits of the city. the sky was cl
Scene 3 - That Empty Place by faithful-infidel, literature
Literature
Scene 3 - That Empty Place
Nightmares crawl under your bed, in your closet, right outside of your door. You see moving shadows, falling rocks, weird lights behind your curtains. Try to feel better and safe under your warm blanket but your feets are easy to uncover.
You hear your own heart beating like drums. Closing your eyes will not help, its darker if you open your eyes. Your logical part tells you that you are a coward. Your suspicious part tells you that you should try to calm down. And your dark part reminds you the movies you saw, the horrors they produced, the terror they created. You remember every single stupid story. You remember about the monsters, ghosts,
Scene 4 - Sands in my Palm by faithful-infidel, literature
Literature
Scene 4 - Sands in my Palm
It was a clear day. No wind, no waves on the blue sea. Sky and sea was meeting on the horizon without any interferance. He missed the water, he missed to swim, dive, move in sea. Its been a long time since he last time jumped in from cliffy side of the beach to the deep waters. And its been a long time he didn't felt the warm touch of the sun on his skin. He waited for this very day.
Once he was on the beach he saw some of his friends. They were sitting next to the beach under the trees on the grass field. They waved eachother. This warm weather was making everybody so relaxed, no one even tried to get up and welcome him. He just smiled,