So this is where I'll be posting various short stories.
Feel free to submit your own to me through Facebook.
Rules
I must approve your story. I'm going to ask that you keep it PG or lower please.
Also, if there is a song that goes along with your short story, I will add it to the playlist upon request. :]
On that night, the clouds thinly veiled the dull glow of the full moon.The canopy of meshed tree limbs seem to spin in circles as she lay on the ground.She breathed softly as the cool night wind rushed across her face.Her long, sienna colored hair provided a cushion on the hard forest floor.In her left hand, a rose; crimson in color, but wilted and covered in thorns.In her right hand, a mirror; resting against the tattered cloth of her black dress...The mirror was cracked, but the reflections were still visible to those who wanted to see them.Was this a dream? No, this was a nightmare... Moments passed. Her breathing matching the influx of clouds that drifted by the pale moon.As if an angel, her skin glowed under the broken patches of light beaming through the tree limbs.Her cheeks were stained with dried tears, and her left hand with dried blood, the color of the rose. Crimson.Her stare was fixed towards the heavens, her steel blue eyes unmoving.Was this death? No, this was life... The wind passing over her ears was filled with the whispers of those who haunted her.Impossible to drive out, they flooded her head, and ache ran through her heart.She closed her eyes, but images of their faces flashed in her mind. She closed them tighter, and tried to shut them out, but it was of no use.As the voices and images grew stronger, she released the items from her grasp and clutched her head.She rose to her knees, rocking back and forth, in an attempt to comfort herself.Was this an illusion? No, it was real... A stream of tears rushed down her cheeks again, as the crushing black of night surrounded her.Her heart raced, as she lept to her feet, looking for an escape from this black forest.The trees around her spun and spun in circles as she searched for a way out.The voices grew louder, like the roar of the ocean in her ears.Her breathing became violent as she became more desperate to escape this prison.She grabbed the rose and the mirror and began to run, her tattered black dress carried by the wind.The limbs and branches seemed like hands. Grasping at her. Holding her back. Hurting her.Even as her arms became bloodied at the hand of the branches, she continued to run into the shadows.Was this a punishment? No, this was a trial... At long end she burst through the edge of the forest. Breathing heavily with crimson stains on her clothing.She looked around at the wide open field, illuminated by the moonlight, and fell to her knees.As she did so, the broken mirror fell in the soft grass in front of her.She stared at the relflection, but did not recognize the girl staring back at her. She had the same features, and shared the same characteristics, but was unrecognizable.This girl in the reflection had life in her eyes; a glimmer of hope long extinguished in that of her own.But the girl in the mirror looked not sad, but fearful. She was also stained with drops of crimson.Was this who she was? No...this is who she had been. She slowly lowered the mirror to her side, then glanced at the wilted rose.She couldn't explain why she continued to hold onto it, for the thorns continually caused her pain.The scars on her hand from clutching it in her grasp would always be a reminder of the pain that it caused.But she would not let it go, for reasons she could not explain. She no longer wished to hold it, but could not release it for reasons she could not explain.It's petals were wilted, it's stem stained with blood from her hand, but it was still beautiful.She wanted nothing more than to cast it away, but could not bring herself to do so...Was this her blessing? No..this was her curse. She rose to her feet, and heard the dull rumble of thunder in the distance.Her thoughts played a symphony of agony, as she was at the mercy of the thorns.Her eyes rose to the heavens and the shine of the stars was veiled by a sea of clouds.The sky darkened, appearing as ash; as the low rumble of thunder filled the night.The winds blew harder and stronger against her, foretelling a storm.Her heart, like the open field, was full of emptiness and shrouded in shadows.She walked with hands at her side, into the openness of the field, away from the forest.The gusts of wind tossed her hair like ribbons of gold and bronze.Was this the rain? No...it was the storm. As the darkness of the forest fell farther and farther behind her, the sound of the thunder became greater.The weight on her heart grew heavier, as she wished to escape this broken place.She wondered if this was the place of final sleep, or if it just appeared that way.She raised her eyes once again to the darkened sky. The sorrow of her soul matching it's color.As if she was the last person on earth, she walked alone. The winds blowing harder; faster.There were no flashes of lightning, but the thunder continued on...She felt as if she were at the end of eternity itself as drops of piercing rain pelted her skin.Was this a vision? No...it was reality. As she walked onward she felt the icy reception of water as she found herself standing in a stream.She looked downward at the reflection in the water. She also did not recognize this girl.She also shared the same characteristics, and the same features...but something was different.This girls eyes were dead, the emotion sucked out of them like lifeless pools of glass.Her arms, stained with crimson, like the other girl before, but her hands were empty...This girl's face showed no expression, but was blank as if struck with death itself...Her face was stained with tears, and her dress was torn to shreds as if cut with piercing blades.Was this who she was? No...this is who she would become. She wondered if this storm would deliver her the sweet release of death.As the crushing solitude closed in around her, she found herself staring at the heavens once more.In the veil of that night, as the rain fell, she could see clearly the despair that this world brings.As if on command, she stood silently staring at the clouds, as the mirror and the rose fell to the ground.She closed her eyes, turning her face towards heaven; the clouds parted and light beamed down upon her.She released the bitter thoughts, the hollow dreams, and allowed herself one final heartbreak.The deliverance was there, in the emptiness of sorrowed hearts, in the eye of the storm ...Was this the end? No...this was the beginning.
