harperkingsley: pic of Sumi from Tale of Two Sisters (Sumi2)
Sitting in the eerie stillness of the room, with the gentle hum of the computer in the distance and the rasping wheeze of the dying woman to my left. It's a strange feeling to realize that you have to say some kind of final goodbye.

What words are you supposed to use? What thoughts needs be expressed?

"I'm lost," I whispered into the sad loneliness.

"No you're not."

I jerked in surprise and turned to see a man posed in the open the doorway, his face cast in shadow. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice coming out weaker than I wanted.

"I am Death," he replied.

I scoffed. "Seriously. Who are you?"

"I am Death." He drifted slowly into the room. My eyes traveled down his tall, Ichabod frame. He was dressed all in black, though his boots had silver spurs. I felt a creeping chilll go up my spine. There was something about him... something that made my skin prickle and my eyes water.

"You're lying," I said, though my voice came out unsure. "Why are you here?"

"I have a job to do," he said. His face... his face was hard to see in the dimness, though his eyes burned like coals--dark with a hidden core of smouldering heat. I thought I could see the flames of Hell.

"You're scaring me." Involuntary tears trickled down my cheeks and I couldn't stop them if I tried.

"I'm sorry." He sounded so sad.

"Are you here to take my mother?" I asked, glancing at the bed across the room. I could still hear her wheezing gasps for breath. I had prayed so hard for her to stop making that sound, and now... "Please don't hurt her."

"I'm not here for her," he said. There was no warning, he was just suddenly across the room, standing so close his jacket brushed my knee. His hand was like ice on my shoulder. "I've come for you."

"Oh no..."

"Yes."

=THE END=
harperkingsley: (Tribe-strapped)
Title: Redundant Fallacies of the Human Brain
Genre: original fiction, contemporary
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The second I saw her I knew that I was desperately in love.

Long, coltish limbs and the face of a Botticelli angel framed by tumbling golden locks. She was wrapped in the costume of an innocent school girl, but with one single look I knew better.

She was a temptress. A seductress come to wrap me up in her web of feminine wiles. She would suck the life out of me like a spider and there would be nothing I could do against it. I was helpless to her, a vagrant knocking at her door to beg for the scraps of her heart and she would give me none.

The slender fingers of her left hand curled around the strap of her purple backpack while her right hand swiped her card through the reader then pushed the turnstile out of her way. She stepped through with striding footsteps, her narrow hips swaying with tomboyish charm.

She turned to wait for her friend and I was able to run my eyes over her silhouette freely. The backs of her knees begged for kisses and my fingers itched to tug her black knee socks down her slender calves and run my fingertips over the arches of her feet.

Her laughter was like molten silver as she reached out her hand to pull her friend close against her. "Come on," my angel said, turning to walk toward the train.

Our eyes caught and held for a timeless moment. Then, "What are you looking at, freak?" the moment shattered and was gone forever. Sound rushed back into the world and I was once again able to breathe.

I shrugged and turned to find the newspaper I'd wanted to buy.

=THE END=
harperkingsley: pic of Sumi from Tale of Two Sisters (Sumi1)
I was ten years old, the first time I saw them. Creepy specters lurking at the corners of my eyes, ready to leap out and drag me, kicking and screaming into the depths of darkness.

Throughout the next fourteen years of my life they would flicker in and out of my view. I had become so inuRead more... )
harperkingsley: pic of Sumi from Tale of Two Sisters (Sumi1)
I was ten years old, the first time I saw them. Creepy specters lurking at the corners of my eyes, ready to leap out and drag me, kicking and screaming into the depths of darkness.

Throughout the next fourteen years of my life they would flicker in and out of my view. I had become so inuRead more... )

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