The passing of time is an enemy to the cage of the soul. Seconds, hours, and years. We wither, and fade like a flower. Age is the definition of our cage. The soul goes on forevermore, or age continues with a simple number. Tick tock to each hand that moves with these numbers of kismet. 1...2...3...4. When the alarm rings for the end, we perish into the earth. Imagine the complete opposite. The essence of life suffering... as your body lives for eternity. Could you stand the passing of each moment? Love, loss, and hate. Passion at its best slipping away. Only the memory left to hang hopelessly in a slipknot of your dreams. Each dream telling a story from your heart...everywhere it has been, and everywhere it wants to go. Silhouette pictures of all you loved.Waiting is what makes you fear for what is to come, but in the end, it's as if it never happened. The crashing finality of the tide is its end; continuously beginning and ending on the shore. Even if the horizon goes on endlessly, living forever comes with a price....Love never dies.
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The Venantium Auallonia Trilogy: Summer Tide
VampireThis is a story I wrote a long time ago. I was about 12 and obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer when I started writing it. I mainly wrote it for myself as a method of self-therapy, even self-published it for a time, but It never got anywhere. Im...
