Once upon a midnight dreary, as I walked through the snow, my heart felt empty, my body heavy. Everything seemed dull, not cold, not warm, not colourful. Everything was and was not.
What did it matter?
The snowflakes did not melt on my skin, covering me in a glittering, icy dress. My bare feet left perfect prints in the soft layer of snow that hid the small path from everyone who was not meant to find it. The bone-crushing darkness followed me. It was waiting for me. The trees seemed to reach down to me with their leafless fingers, trying to give me a last incouraging pad. They whispered my name, gently, almost loving.
''Hush, hush little child.''
The forest lost more and more of his density, The trees gave the cliff space. Space to breathe and space to see where you were going. Now the end of the path was near. The dark stone was shineless, as dull as everything. There were no edges or tips. Everything was soft like a cloud. The water down there was dark black, but it was glittering and sparkling. It crashed onto the stone, just to back up and strike again. It was trying to reach up to the cliff. As I watched it, the clouds were backing up, setting free the moon who came to watch me.
The wind carried me. He was brushing over me, holding me tight.
Suddenly everything seemed peaceful. Everything was quiet and waiting. I felt light. The air almost tasted sweet. I was flying.
And then,
Nothing.
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Short Stories
Short StoryA collection of short stories and Poems. Some sad, some not so sad.
