2008/05/20
Short Story Picture this: A breezy summer night... slowly approaching the witching hour... birds are asleep, the dogs are all inside, and you are warm, snuggled up with your blankets as the winds blow through the trees. The ambient sound of leafs whirling, and houses creaking leaves a glimpse of solitude to the world... a taste... that maybe all is not lost... as the fire burns in the fireplace... crackling, and hissing, the sounds of logs searing, and feelings of peace envelop you...... On the outside, a man is waiting... standing alone in the wind, he glares, stares at the world he thought he knew... watching as his fate destines to repay all the horrors that he committed. Waiting for the moment that comes to take away the pain... not only the pain of the torment he caused, but the pain of living the life he lives. He stands alone... with his eyes fixated on the future that is to come... he walks.... forward... in a direction that knows no bounds... to a place that knows no peace. For what he has done, not even God can save him... // sk0t @ 12:54 AM :: Comments [4] :: Digg This ::