Chapter 1: One More Poor Soul to Add to My List

There are some things in this world that you can never vanquish.

There are other things that you can never partake in.

And there are things you can never take back.

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Tonight I walk on a bleak road still fresh with God’s tears sprawling down from the abyss. The drops frizzle my

hair, falling tight against my face as if to caress my skin. My eyes become hazy from the moisture as the lights dim, as if blocked by a fog. Within seconds, the fog darkens around me as I am surrounded in black.

I can hardly see my hands in front of me, as my footsteps slug along the damp streets. I cough, panged by the slight sickness I gathered from this potent world. My head feels like a ten-gallon hat and my arms…oh my arms feel like cement blocks. Still, the darkness does not end, and I must continue on like a pilgrim searching for a new world. Luckily, I have been down worst stretches in my lifetime.

I crept slightly across the path, not hearing a sound or seeing a glint of light…not even feeling a breath of wind. Everything was silent here. My senses lead me to a door, one that vibrates in a pale light on this dull street side. I lightly carry myself up its hollow steps, peering at my prize.

The darkness grasps onto me like Hades dragging the living into the pits of hell. It allows me to feel the

chilled steel and taste its alloyed substance of the door knob. The knob twists and my feet follow into nothingness with a glimpse of a pale golf ball peering into the window. It shimmers, creating an eerie glow within the home.

I climb the stairs softly, not making a noise. The smooth carpet rustles against my boots, making it easier to not

stir any of the inhabitants. The second floor is illuminated by a small light, beckoning me to its pale glimmer. The light, oh how it beckons me to come near only to fade to black as I pass it by.

I head to a small door, opening it to face an icy wind from inside by a window left open on this tundra night. I

feel the warmth emanating from your lips, as I close my eyes falling into your form. I am warm, covered with hefty blankets as I grasp my maiden tight. Our body heat desires cold from the chilled town to keep us from overheating. I

smile for I feel safe and loved by the woman in my arms, as if we are protected.

I smirk, opening my eyes as the window slams shut. The room heats up, little by little, as the color comes back

into the world and the wind outside begins to sing. I ignore the squeals and screams from the couple as I lift my prize, as he stares at me in horror yelping forgiveness upon his lips. The world stops, the room blackens, crimson.

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