Six Sentence Sunday

Sunday has arrived and that means good and bad news. The bad? That we're hours away from another Monday. The good? That it is Six Sentence Sunday day!

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My Six Sentences of today pick up were we last left off. Devinia is not satisfied with her writing and she reflects on her life. She wasn't very popular as a goth, nor at school or college.

“Screw it. I might as well finish this tomorrow, or any other day, or never," she said, snapping her laptop shut.
She recalled the load of files she had with unfinished tales. Always beginning never ending; so unlike life. In life, you always began and you always ended. That was one thing about living, there was an end to it. Always. That was probably why elves, vampires and similar mystical creatures always fascinated her so much: they had never- ending life.

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Desperate Craving

Sadness, darkness, tears of sorrow, tears of hell.
Come to me beloved, leave me not hanging on the edge.
I fear the life, I fear the death, I fear the love, I fear the hate and yet I crave for it all.
Give it to me now, give it to me now, I have no patience, I wish not to wait. Give it to me now, let me feel lfie, death, love, hate all together, all as one, let me have it.
I crave for it.

Let Me Be

Let me search,
Let me find,
Let me be myself.
Let me pretend,
Let me pretend,
Let me pretend there's more to life.

Dreaming & losing,
Loving & hating,
Living & dying,
is there more?

Let me dream,
Let me love,
Let me live,
Let me rest and pretend that it matters.

What do you loose?
what do you care?
Just...
Let me search,
Let me find,
Let me be myself.
Let me pretend,
Let me pretend,
Let me pretend there's more to life.

Does it hurt to dream?
Is it painful to close your eyes and see another reality?

In memory of time

She had to stop the creature from stealing Alice. She approached the river’s coast. It was surrounded by a thin fence. The child had told her that she was plunged into water every time she met her friend. How? She wondered. She noticed suddenly a small whole in the fence, perhaps she could enlarge it. She stuck her hand through it and was plunged into cold water.
She appeared surprisingly dry, in a barely lit room. There wasn’t any furniture around, just a coffee table with a small lamp. In the shadows she saw the shape of a man.
“Can I help you?” His voice was soft and sultry, and disturbingly enough, it was vaguely familiar.
“I’ve come to plead for you not to take the girl, sir,” she said in a whisper.
“It is not my intention. I am no thief, nor a monster.”
“Yes, but the girl insists on coming with you.”
“She is still young and does not know what she wants, much like you at her age, Mary.”
Mary took a step back startled at hearing her name.
“Do I know you?” she asked softly, peering into the shadows.
“You did once,” the man replied, taking a step forward. He was tall, his hair black as coal hung in waves slightly below his shoulder, and his eyes were a deep green. He gazed at her in silence.
“David,” she gasped.
“At least, you remember me,” he tried to smile, but his eyes did not respond. The only emotion visible was grief.
“Oh David.” She took a step toward him and saw it. Staring bleakly back at her, the large V which had been burnt into his bare chest was now an ugly scar. Before she could help herself she reached out and touched it.
David flinched and took a step back. Immediately she removed her hand.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Please don’t be,” he said as he softly grabbed her hand and placed it once more on his chest. “I haven’t been touched by anyone in so long...” he left the sentence incomplete.
“David,” she whispered again as she traced the letter across his bare chest. She noticed his cold hand touching her face, removing the silent tears which she had not realized she had been dropping.
“It was a long time ago Mary.” She nodded dumbly. Before she could react he pulled her to him and they embraced. Her sobs the only audible sound in the gloomy room.

The Edge

Just a little something I wrote years ago...

The moon rises high in the sky

A shadow flickers in the corner and you see her

pale as the moonlight

her eyes blue as the morning sky

she walks as in a trance

towards her destiny

Rain begins to fall but she is not disturbed

she must reach her destiny

that's what she's here for

She's closer now,

just another step and she'll make it

She closes her eyes

spreads out her arms

and lets her soul fly free as she falls

through the edge.