Darkness

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Darkness

The wave rushes over,

The eyes empty,

And feelings are all lost,

As hopelessness invades the soul.

 

There it sits in that pitter-patter of the rain,

Hoping the light comes soon.

Soon so that he might find a way out

Of the darkness he has fallen in.

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Flash Fiction Story: Least Expected

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Least Expected

He read from the chair.

A world will drown in war between two,
Fear, anger, love, and dreams,
Will collide with bravery, tranquility, hatred, and delusions.


Then, Vespa was there. “Use Excalibur again. Our dreams,” she reminded him, “are riding on this.” 

Two things will cease the inevitable:
Execute the boy who executed millions,
The boy who once destroyed the world.


Then his mother appeared. A casualty in the destruction uttered one word. “Return.”

Indecisiveness froze him. His rival’s blade wrapped around his neck. Time halted. And the next few words he uttered shocked the world.

Or his return.

Crimson Pearls

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Crimson Pearls

Cool, silky water threads around bare legs,
The turbulent, salty sting hits my nose.

I tread deep into the steepening surface,
Carefree, flowing freely.

I lie down, a back crawl,
And then I close my eyes; peace envelopes.

Next thing I conceive,
Are droplets in front of me,
A tender hand, a fin,
Pushing me back,
Into the abyss; depths,
Of the water.

I float back,
Foams of water spreading around,
Then…
I fell under.

I swirled around,
My breath at its last.

My mind grappled the situation,
And common sense told me I was a goner.

But, then, time stopped.
I stopped breathing.
My eyes adjusted.
And then I saw the world.
The world under the sea.

Azure waves rippled,
White pebbles shone,
The sandy floor stretched for miles,
The light shone through,
And created a painting etched into the eyes.

Then something grasped me at my neck,
And I recognized by the sense of touch,
That tender hand again,
That fin again
Pulling me up.

I thrashed my arms around,
Taking hold of something warm,
Grasping onto it, I resurfaced.

Then, time resumed.
Breathing started,
Heart beat once again,

Then, as the sun shone through,
Providing light for me to see,
I opened my palm,
Waiting to see what I had grasped.

And when I opened it,
I held a crimson pearl.