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Lover's Death Pact

We'll be together forever (Inspired by my cover art)

Our families don't want us together I love you with all my heart In death, we can be eternal lovers We must now depart Our death will be very quick We'll die instantly Other's will think we were sick I love you unconditionally We'll kiss until our dying breath Together we'll die peacefully I love you in life and death We'll die eventually Death will happen quickly Once this train kills us The weather is a bit chilly Our s...

Gambits - The Copper Knight I

A familiar face returns, see how his story began.

The Copper Knight I Derren watched helplessly as his father grew worse every day, now no longer able to leave his bed, he lay there getting sicker and sicker. When he came home after work he went to bed without a word or food, just collapsed on top of the straw bed. He slept for two days straight and then when he woke he was weak and could hardly move about, let alone work.Soon enough their food storage ran out, the coin...

"Shhhhhh.. we must be quiet." The father leaned in close to his son and whispered, "You must watch. You must remember." His young son looked quizzically at his father and asked, "Why?" Standing at the edge of cover, the father looked around for any other predators. The cities and streets had given away to the dense jungle overgrowth many years before. What once were massive structures of concrete and steel now laid topple...

A Vampire's Lullaby Chapter 12

The moment before the end.

Chapter 12: Alex’s Final MomentsI opened my tired eyes, only to see myself."You woke up, Alex."I sat up, my thirst for blood beginning to overrun my control."Who are you?"My look alike helped me to my feet. "Can’t you tell?"I looked at the man once more, the painting of my dad appeared in my mind."You’re my-!""Alex. They need your help."He pointed past me into the air. I saw four vampires ripping each other to shreds. Two...

I turned around and looked up just as an arrow seared the air next to my face. I scanned the mountain side, looking for the projectile's owner. But in the dense woods, it was difficult to see. My heart began beating rapidly within my chest as the fear I would soon be killed slowly sank in. There was nowhere left to run, and nowhere left to hide. I turned and started half-running, half-sliding my way down the pine needle c...

Gambits - The Widower

Part 2 begins here

The Widower Katrina made it all the way home before falling apart. She shed her cloak, tossed the bloodied dagger aside, and leaned back against the door, struggling to breathe. Slowly she fell to the floor, then brought her knees up to her chest and buried her face in them and started sobbing. Her aunt eventually grew tired of it and came by to help her to the bathroom and clean her up.Meradith sat her down at the table...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Face in the shadowsWhere eyes burn black candlesAnd wax in the waterHas armoured the lips,A soul freezes hellWith the loneliness cruel,And the silence is lostWhere the knife of noise slips.The buzz and the humOf the jostling friendsWho are not friends in truth,Nor are saviours of peace,Are a salve to the guiltyWho hide all their...

The Last Words of Bruno

Who knew Bruno had so much to say?

Bruno was on his deathbed. He’d lived a good long life, closing in on eighty-four years old. The Salerno family, from south Philly, gathered around: Mom, dad, son, and daughter. Mom could barely contain herself. She placed her hand on her loved ones’ brow, sobbing uncontrollably. Bruno turned his head towards her. He struggled to lift it up, inching closer, as if to tell her something, maybe for the last time. His mouth o...

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It was a mistake she tries to sayShe tries to hide her face awayShrinking and cowering so afraidCrying and pleading, attempts to dissuadeBut a boot does not hear as it swiftly kicksJustice is dealt with large hard fistsHands grow heavy as punishment is doneLittle spirit broken fight is goneWatching her crumble satisfiedWith one last jab, he turns aside Alone in the dark, she sobs in silenceWhispers she's sorry full of rep...

Pretty dress dazzle and swish Long hair flow and twist Clean hands fold and hold Dark book worn and old Quiet voice repeat and plead Stale air silent and breathed Curly lashes flutter and close Black hearts cold and froze Thick doors locked and shut Smiling mouths bite and cut Sacred ritual comes to a close Pretty dress over broken soul Clean hands stained with sin Dark book condemned with Quiet voice sad and unheard Stal...

The moon shines like a phosphorescent pearl, Washing the pines and water in a silver glow. I've walked this wooded path many nights; Singing songs to the heavenly river above About this earthly river below. Sitting on my favorite rock, I write these words with water on stone, "How many years do I have left? Does any man know?" And like a dream, I watch the words evaporate Up into the void of the sky. AD 889

Fire sparks a candle bright Small it shines against the night Cheerfully dancing in sweet innocence Leaving it completely exposed and defenseless Soon wind and rain pressure it to fade Causing it to flicker, cold and afraid Ashes drop from the shortening wick Hot wax pools and falls thick Darkness surrounds the little white light Ready to swallow it into the night

Death and decay call for a meaningful daygathered around a hole in the groundquestions and mourning depicted from the sobspreacher says impersonal message as a goodbyeA box holding a body goes down and downif the dead could speak what would they sayhappy to see who all came to attendmaybe some choice words to those who pretendquestions of life fill everyone's mindno answers to be given only false pretensethe deceased life...

The White Pawn XIWilliam and Derren sat in a secluded back room at Niel’s tavern, away from prying eyes and ears. It was neither large nor small, with only one way in or out that leads into the back hall. Neil left them a small ale keg and William tossed him a silver bit. At first, he was alone, content to drink until he passed out until Derren finally caught up to him. He barely made it through his second cup. "So ready...

Maya

about life

Life is a Miracle. A droplet of white  Fertilized a red substance,  The result is him!! He found everything  All that we see around!! The good and The evil!! The best and The worst!! He belived himself He is the creator!! Then comes Loka Maya  She said it is all a dream!! All that he see would vanish once That includes him!! All that is vanished would  reappear again!! The only thing  He can expect out of life  is The une...