Death to Love, A morbid romance. Update P.2 Continued!
pinkpsyche:
Intro
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1864. It was a warm summer day. The sky was clear and a calm breeze swept over our uniforms as we marched on to battle the Yankees at clearing in a nearby forest. I had seen few battles in my day and I have to admit I was very nervous. I was a good soldier and handy with a gun but some how that alone was not enough to comfort me.
We met the North head on. Immediately the bullets began to fly, falling like deadly rain drops from the heavens. Blindly I pressed forward, watching my comrads fall one by one. We were greatly outnumbered an outstanding two to one. All seemed hopeless.
I continued to fire into the mass in front of me. I shot at whatever I could, thinning out the enemy as best as I could possibly do as a lone combatant. I could hear the bullets zipping past my ears like angry bees. Each time a bullet missed my flesh I thanked God that he spared my life. Though I was lucky thus far, I expected death. Soon my ammunition would run out.
Darkness.
pinkpsyche:
I had been sleeping for what seemed to have been a thousand years. My eyes were heavy, my body stiff, and I had a pain in my head like none other. I must have had a rough night before, drinking possibly. A hang over, that's what I must have had. It couldn't be anything else.
I looked around me and all I saw was darkness. It must have been night. Everyone was in bed sleeping and unusually quiet. I lay for a moment, trying to adjust my eyes to the lack of light, but nothing would do. I tried to sit up, smacking my head on the very low lying ceiling above me. I was obviously confined to a very small space and was becoming very nervous. Do not panic I told myself. There must be a good explanation for this.
Suddenly I felt a pushing sensation on my back. It was pushing my body upwards against the low laying slab above me. The pressure was almost unbearable. I knew this had to be the end and things couldn't possibly get worse... That is, until the roof collapsed, filling my room with Earth. It flew up my nostrels, filled my mouth, and irritated my eyes. I continued to fall upwards, against gravity, science, and any sort of reasonable explanation.
After what seemed an eternity of missery and dicomfort I relized I was in a different place. I felt a cool breeze brushing accross my naked skin. I could not see with the dirt in my eyes exactly where I was, but I could sense that I was free from that horrible confined space located somewhere beneath me. My body was incredibly stiff. So stiff that I could not move as quickly as I once could. I rolled over as fast as my frozen body would allow me, not wanting to be pulled back down in to that Godawful hell of a place. What was wrong with me? I went to let out a little cry, releasing the accumulated soil from my mouth. Where was I? What was I doing here? I wanted to go where I felt safe and secure. I wanted to go home.
Somehow I found peace in my toubled thoughts. I drug my lifeless arm up to my face to whipe the dirt out of my eyes. I couldn't see at first, but my sight grew stronger, gradually as I focused on the new world around me. It was dark and serene. The wind blew gently through the trees, rattling each leaf creating a soothing symphony that only nature herself could write.
Out of the corner of my vision I could see that a light had turned on. There was a fairly large structure within walking distance of where I lay. One single room had been lighted with a huge amount of luminosity. I had never in my time seen such brightness appear in out of the night. I was drawn like a moth to a flame.
gathered all the strength I could to lift myself off the ground. It was an incredibly hard task with my limbs being as locked in place as they were. Finally, I stood as tall as I could with my back hunched over like Quasimodo of Notre Dame. What a fine book that was. I proceeded to make my way towards the light, right foot inched forward and the weak left pulled behind.
As I drew closer I noticed there was a figure standing amidst the light. It was a very curvy, soft figure. It couldn't possibly be a man. A shape that beautiful could never be mistaken for a man. I gathered myself together as quickly as I could to intercept the figure deep in thought from a less noticeable route, considerably less noticeable than the route I had been taking. There, I would be in the dark and hard to see.
I struggled onward trying to catch a glimpse of the woman's face. Soon I saw the whole of her. Everything about her was angelic. Her skin was pale, her hair was smooth and flowing like a river of brown silk down to her bare shoulders. Her lips were plump and a most innocent pink, her eyes were alive with a golden passion for life. Could I be dead and in heaven? Is she an angel? I couldn't quit my gaze into her sad, pretty face. I wanted to stop, but couldn't. I knew that I wasn't presentable enough to approach her. I was stark naked, stiff as a board, slow, and apparently handicapped for some unknown reason. I hoped that she didn't notice me or my ghastly appearance. She couldn't. I wouldn't let her. I'd have to admire her from afar and let my heart slowly break for all eternity as I had no hope. No, this wasn't heaven. This surely was some kind of hell.
In my missery I told myself over and over that I would never touch that pale skin or run my fingers through her flowing brown locks. I would never press my lips against her warm mouth or stare lovingly into her golden eyes. I lowered my body to about the same level as my self-esteem, down into the thick grass beneath my feet and just sat there in the dark staring at my new found interest until she left, taking my consciousness with her.
I awoke maybe just moments later. I felt something nudging at my left arm, slightly rocking my body from side to side. In my daze and confusion I let out a moan and creaked my head upward to greet whatever it was that was waking me so gently from my slumber. It was a woman with long hair and a very feminine figure. It was my woman. She had come with blanket and a caring heart. Not every person would offer their kindness to a sickly, dirty stranger who they so happened to find passed out on their lawn. How could anyone trust such a person? How could she find it in herself to trust me? She looked into my eyes which led her straight to the depths of my soul. I was in love.
xxJessicaxx:
Wow, I like it so far, great job!
pinkpsyche:
Thank ya! I should have more up soon!
mieley:
Whoa I read this on a contest somewhere... I think it was the valentines one! It was great there and its great here! Good job, loving it!
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