I wrote this today actually. Had been trying to get out a romance for some time now. Heavily editted in this version however for (obvious) reasons. Hope everyone enjoys.
The figure was a nameless soldier, defeated, existing only physically, his spirit beyond broken; crushed. His hands swung lifelessly at his sides, dried blood and dirt hiding their original pigment. The young man's face was expressionless, his eyes cold and lost. The injuries beneath his bandaged chest were nothing more than distant discomforts in the deep recesses of his consciousness.
Was this really all that was left? Was she truly gone? Was he truly to have gone on for so long, driven only by his will to see her again, only to have his dreams crushed by one final heartless onslaught? The soldier's insides caved in as reality hit home. This was to be the end. This was to be his fate.
Wait... No! There was still hope. There was still that place. That place that was special only to them. With strength that had materialised from nothing he pressed on. He would see her yet. The forest was only a few miles away.
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The pain the young woman felt was indescribable. For hours she sat in the clearing. At first she remained positive, fresh waves of hope streaming over her like a cold bucket of water with each plane that flew overhead. The frequency with which they passed eventually died down though, and none of them seemed headed for a nearby landing.
Now, mere hours before the sun would rise, the woman's heart sank further and further into the depths of depression as for the first time in her life, she began to dred the sight of dawn. The beauty of the sight from this clearing at the cliff overlooking the water would be unbearable. The majesty of the view would be nothing more than a cruel taunt by nature poking fun at the irony of her situation.
She truly lived for nothing now. Peeping over the edge of the cliff she saw the white, foamy spray of the water as it crashed on the rocky cliff bottom. Just then it seemed so inviting. Just then the sounds of the splashes seemed to call out to her, beckoning her closer. This was her release. This was her liberation.
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The clearing loomed into view before the soldier. His heart pounded within his chest as the pillars of moonlight through the trees were replaced by a single curtain of the lunar glow. He had arrived at last. He would see her finally.
This was not the case. The wind swayed and curled itself around his slender fingers, almost like a playful child's hand inviting him to explore further. But she was not here... She was not here.
Walking to the cliffs edge, the soldier stumbled on a heavy object. It was a rock with something trapped under its weight. The man's heart felt as it had been torn asunder as he reached down and picked up a familiar piece of cloth. The silk felt warm and moist in his hands. Pressing it to his lips, the man could smell her faint, fleeting scent of perfume.
A choked sob escaped his throat as his journey came to an end. She was gone, never to return. The cloth was a final sign of their undying love for eachother as it had meant that day when he had given her before he left.
Darkness swirled around the forgotten soldier. The great bastion that was his reality came crashing down only to reveal a vast expanse of nothingness. He fell to the ground, still clutching the cloth in his hands, and let himself be taken by the darkness. It swept over him like an ocean, covering him, protecting him from the light.
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Where was he now? What was this new place? What existence was this new place? Shades of blue and green
danced around him in all directions, rhythmically, soothingly. And here before him, illuminated by an angelic glow, she stood smiling. She took his hand in hers and fell into his arms. There they lay interwined with eachother, their figures at last making a whole, naked and pure. Tears streamed down the man's face as he sobbed there in her arms. She stroked his hair in response, cooing words of comfort into his ear.
Gazing into his eyes she uttered the words he longed to hear for so long.
"Je t'adore"
"Je t'adore"
"Vous êtes finalement avec moi."
"Finalement..."
The man brushed his lips against hers, her exhale meeting with his. Pressing his lips to hers the woman opened her mouth and let his tongue wander, let it taste hers again. The man's fingers probed the small of her back. She arched upwards as the sensitivity there proved the new reality. His lips moved to her neck, small, sweet kisses leaving an invisible yet all too real weight on her skin. All she could do in reply was close her eyes, open her mouth, and welcome this feeling.
Hours later he continued to hold her in his arms, gazing into the deep pools of her eyes, not wanting to sleep for he knew that if he closed his eyes, she would not be there when he woke up.
" Ne vous inquiétez pas," she whispered to him, "Je suis avec vous." She said this as she pressed her hand over his heart. Overcome by emotion, he relented, and he slept.
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Opening his eyes at this new dawn the man smiled weakly. What existed in his mind had not been a dream, it had been beyond any reality ever spoken of, ever lived. Rising to to his feet slowly, he walked to the cliff's edge. Somewhere out there, she was waiting for him, his sea maiden. Gazing one final time at the horizon, the soldier spread his arms, and he fell to meet her.
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Written on 2006-04-07 at 21:00
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The Sea Maiden
The town was in shambles. Debris, dust and ash lay as a carpet of defeat, lay as broken memories of what once was. A lone figure stumbled hopelessly among the fallen buildings, its soul feeling as empty and abandoned as the place through which it wandered.The figure was a nameless soldier, defeated, existing only physically, his spirit beyond broken; crushed. His hands swung lifelessly at his sides, dried blood and dirt hiding their original pigment. The young man's face was expressionless, his eyes cold and lost. The injuries beneath his bandaged chest were nothing more than distant discomforts in the deep recesses of his consciousness.
Was this really all that was left? Was she truly gone? Was he truly to have gone on for so long, driven only by his will to see her again, only to have his dreams crushed by one final heartless onslaught? The soldier's insides caved in as reality hit home. This was to be the end. This was to be his fate.
Wait... No! There was still hope. There was still that place. That place that was special only to them. With strength that had materialised from nothing he pressed on. He would see her yet. The forest was only a few miles away.
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The pain the young woman felt was indescribable. For hours she sat in the clearing. At first she remained positive, fresh waves of hope streaming over her like a cold bucket of water with each plane that flew overhead. The frequency with which they passed eventually died down though, and none of them seemed headed for a nearby landing.
Now, mere hours before the sun would rise, the woman's heart sank further and further into the depths of depression as for the first time in her life, she began to dred the sight of dawn. The beauty of the sight from this clearing at the cliff overlooking the water would be unbearable. The majesty of the view would be nothing more than a cruel taunt by nature poking fun at the irony of her situation.
She truly lived for nothing now. Peeping over the edge of the cliff she saw the white, foamy spray of the water as it crashed on the rocky cliff bottom. Just then it seemed so inviting. Just then the sounds of the splashes seemed to call out to her, beckoning her closer. This was her release. This was her liberation.
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The clearing loomed into view before the soldier. His heart pounded within his chest as the pillars of moonlight through the trees were replaced by a single curtain of the lunar glow. He had arrived at last. He would see her finally.
This was not the case. The wind swayed and curled itself around his slender fingers, almost like a playful child's hand inviting him to explore further. But she was not here... She was not here.
Walking to the cliffs edge, the soldier stumbled on a heavy object. It was a rock with something trapped under its weight. The man's heart felt as it had been torn asunder as he reached down and picked up a familiar piece of cloth. The silk felt warm and moist in his hands. Pressing it to his lips, the man could smell her faint, fleeting scent of perfume.
A choked sob escaped his throat as his journey came to an end. She was gone, never to return. The cloth was a final sign of their undying love for eachother as it had meant that day when he had given her before he left.
Darkness swirled around the forgotten soldier. The great bastion that was his reality came crashing down only to reveal a vast expanse of nothingness. He fell to the ground, still clutching the cloth in his hands, and let himself be taken by the darkness. It swept over him like an ocean, covering him, protecting him from the light.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Where was he now? What was this new place? What existence was this new place? Shades of blue and green
danced around him in all directions, rhythmically, soothingly. And here before him, illuminated by an angelic glow, she stood smiling. She took his hand in hers and fell into his arms. There they lay interwined with eachother, their figures at last making a whole, naked and pure. Tears streamed down the man's face as he sobbed there in her arms. She stroked his hair in response, cooing words of comfort into his ear.
Gazing into his eyes she uttered the words he longed to hear for so long.
"Je t'adore"
"Je t'adore"
"Vous êtes finalement avec moi."
"Finalement..."
The man brushed his lips against hers, her exhale meeting with his. Pressing his lips to hers the woman opened her mouth and let his tongue wander, let it taste hers again. The man's fingers probed the small of her back. She arched upwards as the sensitivity there proved the new reality. His lips moved to her neck, small, sweet kisses leaving an invisible yet all too real weight on her skin. All she could do in reply was close her eyes, open her mouth, and welcome this feeling.
Hours later he continued to hold her in his arms, gazing into the deep pools of her eyes, not wanting to sleep for he knew that if he closed his eyes, she would not be there when he woke up.
" Ne vous inquiétez pas," she whispered to him, "Je suis avec vous." She said this as she pressed her hand over his heart. Overcome by emotion, he relented, and he slept.
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Opening his eyes at this new dawn the man smiled weakly. What existed in his mind had not been a dream, it had been beyond any reality ever spoken of, ever lived. Rising to to his feet slowly, he walked to the cliff's edge. Somewhere out there, she was waiting for him, his sea maiden. Gazing one final time at the horizon, the soldier spread his arms, and he fell to meet her.
Short story by Hasani
Read 966 times
Written on 2006-04-07 at 21:00
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