My first Post here; it's from 2015.
#ShortStory #love #Shadowfall #review #everyone
Winter's Mercy
The area lay tranquil. Not the slightest breeze was to disturb the white masses. Soft hills had taken over the landscape and still more of the white stars kept falling, dancing from the sky. Their descend was beauty, a movement with grace, slow enough one could think time was defied. And, protected by a blanket of white, the scene lay in utter silence. No noise, no sound, no breath dared to raise its voice..... but one.
The soft beating of a little heart vibrated in her ears. Cold air filled those tiny lungs, exhaled in white clouds. Her mere presence disturbed this peaceful place. The small figure interrupted a smooth fall, even destroyed the pretty stars made of snow on her skin. Warmth was the enemy of this place.
Each step she took, her bare feet left tiny imprints on the snow. Very slowly, they disappeared, coped by the steady settling of more icy stars. Who was this person to dare and set foot into such a hostile place?
Her skin was exposed to the piercing cold. A minor textile, far too thin and barely able to be called a dress, was the only cloth she wore. Her fragile body was already at the point past shivering. It had given up to tremble and try to warm itself. She couldn't feel her toes anymore and her fingers had taken on a hue of blue. Each step was hard as her flesh struggled, yet, a stubborn mind carried her on. She'd barely seen nineteen winters; this seemed the coldest. As the struggle to lift her left leg grew almost unbearable, she dropped onto her knees. Icy claws digged into her lower legs. Her dress was soaked by melted snow and frozen to a stiff armour upon her figure by now. Others would have been dead already. It wouldn't take long for the cold to defeat her as well. Life was like warmth seeping out of her petite figure with every heartbeat, every painful breath. She pushed herself onto her legs again, pulling herself up. Just as hope ignited, just as the image was given she could go on, her legs gave in on her weight. Face first, she hit the snow. It cussioned her fall whilst crawling into mouth and nose. There was no air, no oxygen reached her lungs. The ice held her in its grasp..... there was nothing. Why was she even here? Why had she left the house with its warm fires? Why had she done what seemed nothing but retarded? And then, she remembered again. With immense effort, she brought herself into an upright position, getting rid of the snow in her face.
A single tear escaped the edge of her left eye. The sparkling drop slowly ran down her face, leaving a trail of ice...until it froze upon her pale cheek. A crown of white lay on her hair. The ginger color might still be guessable, but droplets of molten water had given them a darker shade. A strange feeling below her palm caught her attention. There was something like ice below the white blanket, ice and frozen clothes. Robotic movements parted the white crystals to allow her to peek below. A frozen puddle of blood, a frozen piece of clothes, a frozen body was revealed. A warm feeling spread in her chest... she had not failed.....she'd made it!
#ShortStory #love #Shadowfall #review #everyone
Winter's Mercy
The area lay tranquil. Not the slightest breeze was to disturb the white masses. Soft hills had taken over the landscape and still more of the white stars kept falling, dancing from the sky. Their descend was beauty, a movement with grace, slow enough one could think time was defied. And, protected by a blanket of white, the scene lay in utter silence. No noise, no sound, no breath dared to raise its voice..... but one.
The soft beating of a little heart vibrated in her ears. Cold air filled those tiny lungs, exhaled in white clouds. Her mere presence disturbed this peaceful place. The small figure interrupted a smooth fall, even destroyed the pretty stars made of snow on her skin. Warmth was the enemy of this place.
Each step she took, her bare feet left tiny imprints on the snow. Very slowly, they disappeared, coped by the steady settling of more icy stars. Who was this person to dare and set foot into such a hostile place?
Her skin was exposed to the piercing cold. A minor textile, far too thin and barely able to be called a dress, was the only cloth she wore. Her fragile body was already at the point past shivering. It had given up to tremble and try to warm itself. She couldn't feel her toes anymore and her fingers had taken on a hue of blue. Each step was hard as her flesh struggled, yet, a stubborn mind carried her on. She'd barely seen nineteen winters; this seemed the coldest. As the struggle to lift her left leg grew almost unbearable, she dropped onto her knees. Icy claws digged into her lower legs. Her dress was soaked by melted snow and frozen to a stiff armour upon her figure by now. Others would have been dead already. It wouldn't take long for the cold to defeat her as well. Life was like warmth seeping out of her petite figure with every heartbeat, every painful breath. She pushed herself onto her legs again, pulling herself up. Just as hope ignited, just as the image was given she could go on, her legs gave in on her weight. Face first, she hit the snow. It cussioned her fall whilst crawling into mouth and nose. There was no air, no oxygen reached her lungs. The ice held her in its grasp..... there was nothing. Why was she even here? Why had she left the house with its warm fires? Why had she done what seemed nothing but retarded? And then, she remembered again. With immense effort, she brought herself into an upright position, getting rid of the snow in her face.
A single tear escaped the edge of her left eye. The sparkling drop slowly ran down her face, leaving a trail of ice...until it froze upon her pale cheek. A crown of white lay on her hair. The ginger color might still be guessable, but droplets of molten water had given them a darker shade. A strange feeling below her palm caught her attention. There was something like ice below the white blanket, ice and frozen clothes. Robotic movements parted the white crystals to allow her to peek below. A frozen puddle of blood, a frozen piece of clothes, a frozen body was revealed. A warm feeling spread in her chest... she had not failed.....she'd made it!
Who is Good?
Skin of old,
Skin of newborn
Alike.
I use skin to create
Of nothing less
but human.
What I make,
is wonder
and dreams.
And here I sit,
my ink your blood,
my paper your unborn.
Yet, there you stand
with greedy eyes,
still asking for more.
#prosa #review #Shadowfall
Skin of old,
Skin of newborn
Alike.
I use skin to create
Of nothing less
but human.
What I make,
is wonder
and dreams.
And here I sit,
my ink your blood,
my paper your unborn.
Yet, there you stand
with greedy eyes,
still asking for more.
#prosa #review #Shadowfall
Temporary Corona-fied
It's crawling up,
It's grabbing minds,
It's standing still,
It's digging deep.
The thing to get
into everyone's head.
The thought to stir
a fever of old.
I see them cry,
I hear their fear,
I know their pain
and I understand.
#review #Shadowfall #poem
It's crawling up,
It's grabbing minds,
It's standing still,
It's digging deep.
The thing to get
into everyone's head.
The thought to stir
a fever of old.
I see them cry,
I hear their fear,
I know their pain
and I understand.
#review #Shadowfall #poem
Temporary Corona-fied
It's crawling up,
It's grabbing minds,
It's standing still,
It's digging deep.
The thing to get
into everyone's head.
The thought to stir
a fever of old.
I see them cry,
I hear their fear,
I know their pain
and I understand.
#review #Shadowfall #poem
It's crawling up,
It's grabbing minds,
It's standing still,
It's digging deep.
The thing to get
into everyone's head.
The thought to stir
a fever of old.
I see them cry,
I hear their fear,
I know their pain
and I understand.
#review #Shadowfall #poem