My vision starts to black out, and then I am holding out to something, anything, for just a little support. I find nothing of the sort. Instead, I am falling. No. No.

to my forever day one

The blood is everywhere, reeking of death. It trails to that door one drop, one drag at time.

A dark YA fantasy with something even better than gore. Descriptive gore.

All parts to developing a memorable lead.

All of us soldiers are the same, unique traits and personalities rendered irrelevant in the face of war. Every step, every turn, was freakishly accurate. Because that’s what we were trained to do. 

“A Longing for the Past” continuation~

A sunrise greeted me, one too beautiful to be wasted on this day. Every corner, every inch, sobbing was present, not the ones found in a tower with a pretty princess, but the type that violently clawed and thrashed, voices cracking in agony.

The sun breaks free, its rays casting light upon us, as if in a fairytale. The luminance glistens off the meadow as the wistful sky lures me in. I see a red string above us, a red string of hope.

Well, you see, it all started with, “How fast can you make and detonate a bomb?”

The water engulfed me whole. Its arms wrapped around my limbs. They yanked and tore at my desperate attempt to live until I stopped thrashing. Until I gave up.

They clung onto her body and wouldn’t let go. They tore her down except she had already given up struggling.