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Grunting, he sheepishly got up from the couch and walked up to the dimly lit fire place, picking up an old crooked vase, he poured it's contents out onto it.the light quickly foltered and as it did Blaze left the room and descended down a narrow hollway which lead to the front door, putting on his ancient shoes he looked around before exiting his manner.
"Mommy?? When will daddy be back from work?" the youthful boy jumped down the flight of small exterior stairs that led to the fresh front garden whilst yelling at a middle aged beautiful woman, who elegantly got up from the freshly painted bench that faced the crystal lake.
" hm he should be back any moment now darling" she spoke softly whilst motioning for the boy to come and sit next to her.
Gleeful the boy run across the small flawer patches before taking a seat next to her.
"Arthur..." she spoke softly with a hint of defeat as she run her finger through his fluffy hair.
The young boy looked up at her tilting his head lightly "What is it ma?"
"promise me you'll-"
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Another day... Just one more day right? Slowly walking down the crooked exterior stair I glanced towards a broken bench that faced the murky lagoon. It's paint was chipped off, pealing. The crimson flowers grew in an extraordinary rate around it making them appear like tiny trees making shade for the old bench. Huffing I walked through the dirt patches which currently are invested in weed rather then the gorgeous flowers. Kicking my feet I walked outside the front gate before taking a final good look at the mess I've created before walking down the limestone path.
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"just like this father?" the now grown boy (who doesn't look a day over 12) spoke with a hint of admiration as he swang the hatchet knocking the small tree near the front of the house over.
"yes, you've finally learned." He said proudly lifting his son up onto his shoulders, spinning around.
"p-put me d-down" the boy said in between a fit of laughter as he gasped for air, happy to make his father so thrilled.
"oh never! Because soon enough you won't need this old fella! You'll be all grown up, with a family of your own, managing ate lovely home!"
"Dad! I'll always need you, your my dad after all! What could I do without you? You the best dad I could have ever asked for!"
"oh you say that but one day when the time comes you'll need too-"
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Kicking the stones around I gazed at the small tree that began to bloom out of a small trunk. Life gows on after all.
Picking up the used up hatchet that had a small dent at the top of its blade from under this small twig I swang it around before with one swift motion cutting it down life goes on. But I don't.
Grunting I scratched the back of my neck before continuing down the limestone path continuing to spin my hatchet.
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"garh I can't, I wont!"
"Sweetheart please!" the mother cried out her hands on her chest squeezing her nonexistent heart. Her once black hair turning grey at the sight as she stared wide eyed at her beloved son.
"Why Why Why!? WHY WOULD YOU HIDE SOMETHING LIKE THIS!! IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!" he screeched out holding the decomposing corpse.
Bawling his eyes out as he pulled away the larva that was consuming him. Large bite marks accured on the man's stomach the blood no longer flowing as he was left drained, a singular chuck of the side of his throat ripped off by an unknown force. His eye sockets missing the ones delicate blue eyes as they were replaced by blood shot red. His once cheerfully expression frozen in a horrified look.
"sweetheart... I know I should have told you sooner... I'm sorry... I tell you everything-"
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Feeling a light sting were my heart should be I stared off at the small stone cross that was wedged into the ground, compared to it's surroundings, it was quite clean just few specs of moss. My eye watered but before it could roll down I left now no longer swinging my hatchet.
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"no no no.. Please not you too" heartbroken the boy now made a man weeped as he held his dying mother in his arms.
"youll be okay." she spoke gently, her words making the tears stream faster down his face. Giving him her final smile she softly spoke "youre going to be okay" as she took her final breath she made sure to wipe a tear away from his eye, her arm dropping to her side before he could react. Before he could hold on.
He gently kissed her forehead "I'm so sorry so so sorry.... It's all my fault"
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The Grim Reapers Demise (1)
AçãoBook no. 1. A story written by a young male who's life only got worse through time, the pain and suffering he had to endure throughout the years with no hope present. Not even his death freed him as he forever was bound with shuckles that he could n...
