Passions in Prose |
No Evil : formerly Novel- but now its done! :) |
Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
She stood there staring unwelcome in a room full of shattered glass. A mirror hung askew, as if the earth had just rumbled through town. Roses, red roses in a crystal vase sit undisturbed in a path of disaster. Without hesitation tears formed at the corners of her eyes, stopping to peer over the brim to peek at the rollercoaster they were about to embark on. An emotional ride they took down the hills of her cheeks, and the moguls of her lips. Falling six feet to the glass laden floor. There they rested forevermore. On the glass that revealed a troubled mistake. Her skin crawling, as shivers of fear run down her spine. She breathes in shallow breaths of subdued reality. Tolerable, but not something she wants to do. Her eyes look downward following the sinking feeling in her heart. Failure, the brain, defeated again by a brainwashed heart. Synthetic love cultivated by evil. A shadow lunges across the room. Cast from the evil that stands there. Six feet two inches in the doorway. Her heart skips a beat, and her mind swells with thoughts of fear and torment. She closes her eyes. Waiting. Time passes. First seconds, then minutes. Tension rises. She steps back, slips on a pile of glass. Falling to the floor she grabs at anything she can reach. Light fills the room. Evil turns his back and leaves as the crystal vase falls to the floor, shattering upon the already broken glass. All reality is gone. She stands alone, free from all evil. Her heart empty but whole. On a solid foundation she begins picking up the pieces. [This message has been edited by Kellie_Cantrell (07-22-2004 01:49 AM).] |
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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
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