A Short Story : A Story?

So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “

I started to say hi, but suddenly my entire body felt like it was on fire. Arching my back, I tried to gulp air. I felt arms under my legs and he whispered "please." I fought to stay conscious, but the darkness grabbed me and dragged me

It was about an hour later that I decided to sit and curl up, figuring I was a safe enough distance from Hades, and wept harder still. It wasn’t until so deeply wounded by him that everything became clear. I now knew why I couldn’t breathe and my heart did funny things around him. I knew why he made me dizzy and why I craved his companionship so. When Hades said I was bound to him, he didn’t know right he was, fruit or no fruit. I was in love with him. It was during this revelation that I heard someone approach and I attempted to silence my cries.

The tulips were the same as I remembered a long time ago; a dark purple like the night sky, and I used to enjoy looking at them, but over time I got tired of it. The air stings my nose, but this isn’t an uncommon thing, I never was much of an outdoor person anyways. I look at my house and notice the bricks that he laid up halfway the wall, and the columns he was so proud of making all those years ago. I look at all this and it makes me sad in a way, for all the good times I’ve had in the past; I know those days will never come back. The wind picks up getting stronger, meanwhile the grass plays gently with the blades moving back and forth along with the trees as if it was a symphony of some

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

As the wind brushed the back of my dress, I turned around to overlook the waves of golden ocean, pouring into the small town I called home. But, my eyes became fixed on the sun. It was so wonderful, so beautiful as it rose out of its slumber in the mountains. I always felt the sun’s warmth on my cloudy white dress, and I loved how it always felt like my father’s hugs.

A single beam of light shone thru the curtain. The specs of dust in the room danced between the rays, whisked into the air by the pleasant breeze tip toeing thru the screen door. I could feel the warmth on my cheek as I rose from the sheets, thoroughly rested. I briskly got ready, slipping on my tennis shoes, old and worn. Stepping outside, I was greeted by the painfully sweet aroma of sweet pea flowers, entranced by the blissful gleams of sunlight, and spellbound by the familiar screeching of parrots, flocking in clouds of bright vermilion.

Strutting through the familiar, gate worn by time, I spread my arms, taking in the saccharine aroma of the fresh grass. The remaining glimmers of the sun glisten on every blade that peeks through the moist soil, composing a sea of sparkling beauty, only comparable to a poem. The meadow is breathtaking this evening, as the sun sets behind the trees in the distance, leaving a glow of pinks, peaches, ambers, and crimsons behind as if a bowl of fruit had exploded in the sky.

You feel your blood quicken and your flesh drink up the glorious sunlight as you walk out your apartment and into your car. Spring has come and is warm on your lips. The weather is nice and mild. You see the figure that has her gait perched by the roadside at a newspaper stand as you drive off Kingsway road. You try to catch a glance of her face, and you can make out the differences.

Another exhausting day ahead. Waking up at the crack of dawn to prepare the meals, care for the children and animals, work on the fields, collect berries and mend my husband’s clothes. With the black death rushing through the town and everyone dropping dead like fly’s, I must take care of myself and my family. I can’t afford my husband to die, I have enough work as it is, I couldn’t do it all myself.

When Ellie arrived the other day it was dark and she was unable to appreciate the beautiful countryside surrounding her. However today, it was spectacular. The imposing mountains in the distance were stunning and the open fields bordered by lofty trees were delightful. Since she isn’t in any hurry to reach town, Ellie pulls over and simply sits and takes it all in. It is relaxing, drawing the tension from her.

I long to disappear, I want the cool air to caress my cheek and I want to smile, I want to be happy, to move on. I walked past Lauras old house, a two-story Queenslander with flowers entwining on the balcony railing. The house looks lonely; the grass overgrown and dry, begging to be cut. The spider webs and smashed windows deterred anyone from entering the soul-less house. I stopped outside, inhaled the cool air in shuddered breaths.

What the hell did you just say to me?” “Bro, I said, where’s your five headed little chihuahua at?”. Now see, this is where I had royally fucked up. Hades picked me up and sent me flying across the poolside to some other table, with barely even lifting a finger. So as I see him stomping over to me i’m thinking, why not? If im gonna fuck up someone and everyone, might as well start with Hades.

My eyes drooped before finally sealing themselves closed. It only lasted for a second thought, as a bright light and a small pop, followed by his shriek of terror, brightened my eyes to open back up. Another flash of light popped next to me, then another. The man pushed off of my back leaving my body on the ground in a broken mess. I gasped for air like a maniac. My chest burned with each breath I took, but at this point I embraced it each time with my uncontrollable desperation for air. I watched as the bits of light continued to hit the ground. The once malicious demon now ran off in front of me, swiping his top hat with his free hand as he made his escape. Following him were the flashes of light on the ground. Shortly after the man ran past the arch of dead trees and disappeared into the unknown the sound of pattering footsteps emerged from behind me. Whispers were made as I began to calm my breathing. I couldn’t understand what they were saying as they tried to keep their voices away from me. One of the set of footsteps made their way around to the front of me before I shut my eyes again. Once the footsteps became silent the presence of a palm pressed gently onto my neck. The feeling of warmth and softness quickly flowed through my body, warming up the death and despair from before with hope and hospitality. It laid there for a while before pulling itself away from me. A voice raised itself up to speak but was quickly silenced by

I wake up and think I am in our old house in the countryside. The sun is streaming through the window from rolling, green hills outside, and I can smell my mother’s cooking wafting through the house. Soon the day will begin, a long day, of weaving cloth.