The Door in the Dark

We will all deal with death in different ways. He will jog, run, sprint, lift weights and sweat until his breath is heavy and heaving, and he feels alive. She will sit in that chair, and smoke, and consider the years in her life, and the life in her years. They will hug their children, and not say a word, and bathe in the sound of their voices, their innocence, their life. I will sit and stare at the garden until the sky darkens, breathing in and out like if I didn’t think about it, I might forg… Continue

It's falling from the sky, gracefully, like a ballet dancer might wow the crowd on stage. So much so that they don't even hear the music but see only her, flowing back on forth to the rhythm of her heart beat. The feather falls and the wind picks it up and takes it away, over the buildings and down to the park in the city, where the children play and ignore the concrete jungle that threatens to smother them. It drops, down and down, into the sandpit, resting lightly on the sand, barely moving a… Continue

Shadow

The door was locked and the water was rising. The children whimpered in the corner and it lapped around their feet. As the oldest, he tackled the door, as though, in desperation, his strengh might overcome it. Exhausted he slumped, the water reached his knees. It was rising faster now. Then, from the other side of the chamber, a roar sounded, and a shadow emerged, breaking down the door and ushering them to freedom.

The Rebel

His reflexes spun into action and he sprinted across the crowded street. He had seen them after they had seen him. Too late. He ran into an alley and heard their heavy steps following. He came to a dead and panic took over as he tried to climb the walls and escape. Yet when they pulled their guns he felt fear no longer but stood tall to accept his end.

Wanted

He was a wanted man and the world was his hiding place. He would go where no others had gone and see things as no one else had ever seen them. In the end, there was little left of him. So a part of nature and the world around him the he ceased to exist as a part of society. His friends forgot his name and his family buried him in the past, left to photo albums and the dust of time. His shadow still walks the lands, but he is no longer a wanted man.

(I ran out of time so the last… Continue