Jonathan Visagie
Stories (2/0)
DARK MATTER
I wake up and with my eyes still shut, a long warm breath leaves my body with its shallow sound echoing through my head like a raspy whisper. The sound is somewhat haunting but I find relief in its chilling resonance, it lets me know that I am still alive, still breathing. My breath still trekking its way from my lungs to my throat and out my mouth into what my tightened, bumpy skin tells me is a cold world, comes to a sudden halt. I know something is wrong when I feel a warm, moist current flow, in the same way, my breath did, onto the skin of my face and it radiates down to my neck and shoulders.
By Jonathan Visagie4 years ago in Horror
UNOFFICIALLY DEAD
It’s his birthday today, you know. We should be out there somewhere celebrating, but instead, I look down at his body and say, “Happy birthday Grandpa.” His eyes are cold and dark but I still see a flicker in them, his soul still dwells there. The wires protruding from his body under the pale light of the hospital room K21, a nightmarish vision. The relentless beep of the heart monitor makes me feel weak yet it is somehow comforting. I look at his pale, cold being and the sounds of the lively hospital begin to distort into a single monotonous ringing in my ear and my mind drifts to the thought: “Is this the end?”
By Jonathan Visagie4 years ago in Families