Wings beat the silence of the midnight London streets. He twisted left then right between the tight packed houses, away from his pursuers. They would have to kill him now, after what he’d heard outside the window of Aun’s Palace.
The sound of flight behind him let him know just how close to oblivion he was. Too close, closer than he had ever been in all his years of spying for Duke Nok.
The wings behind him were getting louder. They must have sent centurions. They would catch him in another few minutes if he didn’t do something.
He turned another corner and saw an ajar window in a second story bedroom just ahead. Putting on a burst of speed he slid through the impossible space and shut the window silently behind him.
Two shadows raced past, but he knew they wouldn’t give up that easily. They would search this neighborhood for days.
He turned around and surveyed his temporary oasis and cursed his luck. An infants bassinet sat in the middle of the room proudly proclaiming this room as a nursery.
The baby inside started cooing ominously. He had somehow woken it when he came though the window. Probably all the wind.
The baby gave over cooing for a long wail. He could suddenly hear the wings of angels closing in.
Thinking only of surviving the next few minutes he snagged the baby from the crib and flew into the large wardrobe at the end of the room.
‘Please be quite.’ He thought, ‘they’ll kill us both!’
Autumn colors rain around your hollow bed.
Where the ground is dipped just for you, molds only for you.
The trees high above ever tower over your resting place, and cover you gently with fallen leaves each year.
You remember it fondly.
How many years has it been? In this quiet, peaceful place?
The wind is getting colder, masking the scent of fall, but you don't mind,
Seasons change, but your rest continues.
Snow and sunshine, rain and storms.
Each of them can be enjoyed in their own way.
You feel the people around you, who are like you.
You cannot hear them.
They are silent, like you.
In their earthen beds.
But their presence is as continuous and comfortinng as always.
You who make the circle, in the trees, in the middle of the woods,
Which is meant only for you.
You close your eyes and and sleep,
and wonder which season it will beisea s when you wake up.
Do you feel that itch in the back of your head?
Slowing you down
Like shoes full of lead?
Do you wonder now, ‘Were they truths? Were they lies?’
Birthing new ghosts
Behind your eyes,
And all of these memories won’t stay under seal,
All of these things
Were they even real?
Where do you find enough ground to stand on?
When it feels like quicksand
You’re standing upon?
All of these thoughts, they get lost in your mind,
And questions and answers
Are so hard to find,
When every direction leads only to tears,
Why not give in
To all of your fears?
So stay where you are, there’s no need to choose,
And though you won’t win
Nor will you lose.
Glowing bright with skin so fair,
Gleaming, flowing, raven hair,
Flowing brightly, catching light,
Scarlet skirts flaping bright,
Casting quick a lingering spell,
Shining silver tinkling bells,
Stepping, tapping, patrons roar,
Dancing on the ochre floor,
Glittering brightly like the skies,
They all watch her sapphire eyes,
Adorned on her, gifts of kings,
On her fingers golden rings,
Twisted through a lock of hair,
Baryl ribons snap in the air,
Tossing favors to the thong,
Violet flowers fall with song,
Close the dance, the time is late,
The iridescent performance, worth the wait.
I should have...
If I could change one thing...
There's only one thing I can think of.
Only one decision that comes to mind.
I would stop him from leaving.
If I had stopped him...
He would still be alive,
Another man would still be alive,
And three children would have a father.
Three days before, we had had an intervention.
We thought we had gotten through to him,
We thought he was going to be alright.
But we didn't,
He drove states away,
And killed someone.
On Christmas morning.
And then he killed himself.
And there's no way so settle this in my mind.
Even after years.
There's too much contradiction.
How do you miss a monster?
How can you hate a dead man?
But he is both.
I can't forget the kid he was,
When he went to school with us and made us smile.
Or the man he became,
Who made Christmas the worst day of a families life.
So if I could go back and change one thing.
I would stop him.
In any way I could.
I'd do anything
I would hold him back.
Call the cops.
He was in the airforce,
I could have called them too.
But I didn't.
I keep thinking of all the things I didn't do.
I wish I could change one thing...
Thank you for reading, I haven't really talked about this since it happened.
It's completely true if your wondering. I wonder if writing it down makes it clearer?
My name is Luna Pyronand I'm 27 years old.
I love to create. Writing, art, photography, crafts, I even create games when my computer will grace me with good luck and stop freezing.
I also love challenges, it gives me a focus and a frame for my work.
I have a full time job where I work 60+ hours a week, so I can't really devote as much time to creativity as I want.
I was really impressed with the atmospgere on prose, other sited for writers are filled with trolls and negativity. I'm glad everyone here keeps it positive and tries to build each other up.
I hope we can keep writing together.
Oh, I almost forgot, the most distinct and noticable thing about me,
I can't spell to save my life. There's not a three letter word I can't screw up.
Ok, Bye! ^-^
This short is so reminicent of Hayao Miyazaki and Ghibli films that I fell in love with it immediately. It's only a few minutes long and only has music and it looks more like a trailer than anything, but there's so much story packed into just this short time I think of it whenever Miyazaki comes up. I wish this could be a full length movie I'm in love with the characters already.