Ashes of Rose

Ashes of Rose

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione sab, mar 26, 2016
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Fantasy
She smiled coldly, staring at the ground. "You find me crazy," Frozen pinpricks spider crawled down his spine at softness of her tone. "This blade has seen more destruction and caused more death than you can dream of. The land beneath your feet is stained red by the very brush which stands before you. I have shredded the very fabric of life into nothing but tattered ruins. I have taken, and I have delivered. No, I am more than crazy. I have always been-" "A monster," he finished for her, smiling himself. "Yes," a maniacal grin spread across her face and her violet eyes seemed to catch and blaze into an inferno. "A monster."
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isolation

this story is about a scientist in Antarctica slowly losing his sanity I can feel the corners of my lips tug upwards and before I know it, I'm cackling. My laughter rings through the empty room, bouncing off the walls as I double over in hysterics. Despite the dire situation, I can't seem to stop. With each passing second, my giggles become more uncontrollable, more manic. As I catch my breath, I try to reassure myself. "Everything will be fine," I tell myself, punctuating my sentence with another bout of laughter. "Because, because!" I repeat, and my voice breaks into another round of giggles. But soon, my mirth turns to misery as my laughter becomes sobs. I collapse on my hands and knees, tears streaming down my face until they blur my vision. The tears burn my skin, adding to my anguish. I can't even cry in peace, can't even surrender to my despair without feeling physical pain. "Oh god, I ruin everything Johnny- I'm sorry!" I cry out, my voice cracking. "I'm supposed to keep care of you and I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Johnny!" I scream, pounding my fists on the cold, hard floor in frustration. It's no use. Nothing can save me. I feel my tears freezing on my face and I quickly dry them with the back of my hand. I crawl over to the fire, seeking warmth and comfort. But there's no comfort to be found.

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