The room was filled with the chill of the night, even though there was a fire in the house. As I sat on the chair filled with books, I was nodding off for a nap. I heard a knock on the door, then two more knocks. I was chilled to the bone to see what this was. A raven flew into my small home. Now more empty than my heart. For I have lost someone of great importance to me; Lenore.
I questioned the raven, and it spoke!
It said, "Nevermore."
The chill of the December wind rattled the windows. The raven never bothered with the wind. It stared into my lonely soul. It would stare and I would stare back.
It was beautiful, the raven. It never fluttered.
"Others have flown before, he will leave me with my hopes and dreams," I muttered to myself. As it was true, the raven will leave, and I will wither away in this lonely house with this lonely soul.
"Nevermore." It responded.
So I rolled a velvet-violet chair in front of the raven. Its fiery eyes burned into my buried eyes.
The air grew denser. Perfumed from an unseen force came from the floor.
Then it hit me. This is no raven...
"Prophet of the darkness! Are you a bird or a devil?! Whether the one above has sent, or whether the one below has sent you to me! Tell me!"
"Nevermore," it always replied.
The angels of Lenore had sent for me.
The angel of death has been sent for me.
The shadow of another came to me. It was sitting where I had almost nodded for a nap.
It was me.
I was lifted, the heavens above have opened.
Nevermore.
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Short Stories
Historia CortaShorts that I have written either in my free time or for school! :D Story 1 : About a ghost. Story 2 : About The Most Dangerous Game. Story 3 : About a dream/nightmare that happened twice to me. Story 4 : About a soldier in war. Based in fantasy med...
