A collection of short stories of varying sub-genres.
Part I: Wilted Roses contains romantic short stories
Part II: Fairy Dust & Starlight is where you'll find fantastic and paranormal stories
Part III: Black Hearts is the place for my dark fic...
Written in January 2016 for the second contest by Fantasy_Community 'Two faced Gods and Betrayal'
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The second face
"Why not?" I ask him, the cold wind ruffling my hair, blowing it into my face and carrying my words away with it, out towards the sea, that's roaring underneath us. Dark and foreboding like a wild beast, struggling to be set free to wreak havoc.
I lift my head and gaze up at him, into his dark blue eyes, that are as deep as the water beneath us and as stormy as the sky above.
"Why won't you let me come with you?" I say.
He steps closer to me, until our faces are only inches apart, capturing my eyes with his, holding my gaze prisoner and drawing me even closer.
"The danger..." he chokes out and shakes his head.
I reach up and stroke his cheek, let my fingertips brush against his soft skin. The air smells of salt and goodbyes and that's exactly how his skin feels underneath my touch, after all, this could be the last time I ever see him.
I feel hot moisture in the corners of my eyes.
"Harvey," I beg, my voice nothing more than a whisper, drowning in the rushing of the ocean.
"Shh," he rasps, his breath feathering across my skin. And then his lips are on mine, warm and cold, gentle and firm all at once. The saltiness in the air mingles with my tears as he wraps his arms around me and crushes me against his chest.
His lips move against mine deliberately and achingly slowly, as if he too, feels that this might be our last kiss, our last touch.
Suddenly there's a loud crash, I pull away and see white lighting tear up the gloomy sky, thunder rumbles and reverberates against my diaphragm. The wind picks up and sends my hair flying, wrapping it around us like a blanket.
The sea is raging like a furious monster right now, waves lapping violently at the rocks beneath us, as if it was trying to crush them, to bring the whole cliff down with them.
"What is this?" I ask, raising my voice against the noise and the rumble.
"It's the end of the world," Harvey suddenly shouts over the wind, pulling me closer, trying to shield me from the storm.
The ground shakes underneath our feet, throwing me off balance and I stumble against him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I cry out. "What's going on?" I look at him in bewilderment but he just shakes his head.
"I have no idea— h-he won't let me see—" His voice is laced with incredulity. For once, he, the boy who sees, doesn't know what's ahead of us.
