Eric Amaro
Bio
Sometimes you have to go inside yourself in order to leave yourself.
Stories (2/0)
Enough
Somewhere between pain and death lies enough. She remembered the Angel and those words. She also remembered the body. That’s what the Angel had called it, not by name because that lifted with the soul as well. Just the “body” he would say - over and over again. She wanted desperately to correct him, but she had been taught as a child to respect her elders, as much bullshit as that was, that is what she was taught. So, she stayed silent back then. Besides, it did make it easier…Just the body!
By Eric Amaro3 years ago in Fiction
When Stars Dance
It had been a long day, and he had thought he’d seen everything, but he had never seen stars dance before. Oh, call it what you want, but she had written it with certainty. She said it was possible - to see them dance - if you "just turn the world upside down." Turn the world upside down, end over end, top over bottom, whichever one gave you the needed perspective. She was an enigma to most, even before the world stood eerily still - always with her hand clutching that heart shaped locket at her breast. But to him she represented something that he had lost, something the world had lost. It had been a long day, not because of a heart shaped locket or what it represented, but because of that girl who he had met 6 months previous. The girl who he had learned today…died.
By Eric Amaro3 years ago in Futurism