They met each other halfway across the room, and all past problems, all past pains were forgotten, as they clung to each other, holding on for dear life. Because, in the end, even the princess deserves heart break, even the witch deserves love. And in that moment, together, with all that was cold in the past kept aside for the warmth of companionship, they healed each other.
When you lose someone close to you, time will heal the pain. When someone close to causes you pain, companionship will heal the differences. But no amount of time, no amount of penance, can erase the scars.
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A collection of stories, of varying genres, as entries for contests and competitions.
"I've Got What It Takes" Competition
"Multigenre Smackdown" Competition
"The Pen Pal Predicament" Competition
Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death.
Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth.
I am useful, never loved.
I am used, never thanked.
I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted.
I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness.
I have accepted my designed fate.
Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing?
What will happen if I give in...and love?
What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life...
Worlds End.
RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over