ReflectionShe tossed and turned in the dead of night, her bed becoming increasingly uncomfortable as the clock ticked on. Sweat littered her brow as expressions of terror cross her features and moans escape her lips. Turning to her side, she clutched the covers against her chest, desperation oozing into the air around her as her subconscious fights to keep the nightmares away. Death taints the air she breathes as the nightmare is dragged on, her lips forming the mumbles of a quieted plea. Flinging the suffocating cloth from her sweat soaked body; she clawed at her flesh in a futile attempt to fight off that of which plagued her sleep.
Her ginger hair clung to her face, wet with salty tears. Her face grew paler as the moon raised higher into the night sky, a crescent that little solace in the darkness. As the clock struck twelve and the great clock below rang true, a blood curdling scream was ripped from her throat. Propelling herself upwards in a hurry to escape, she stared at her hands as she c
Death RewrittenHe held her lifeless body in his arms, her unseeing eyes burning into his conscious. Her hair was matted with blood and tears. Her left arm hung lifelessly to the side, dropped from the end of her days. Her lips were pale, open in relaxed awe. Those once beautiful lips will never form another word again, never uttering a single sentence. He brushed his thumb over her clammy cheek, smearing the blood away from her mouth. He loved her and she was gone, taken away by the unforgiving reaper of souls.
He came like a whisper in the wind, silent and stalking. His cloak was soaked in the blood of his victims, starting as the original onyx cloth and fading into the crimson liquid. His eyes were flowing with darkness, unrelenting in their conquest to destroy all who gaze upon them. His love, his one and only, fell victim to that gaze. He approached her as any other, stopping a reasonable distance away. What came next though, the man was not prepared for.
He watched in frozen horror as tears of b