“You cannot understand what I lost!” The doctor’s carcass howled madly, as it winded a wide slash.
Clumsy. Desperate. Effortless to duck under.
Against my nose, the white lilies’ gentle scent caressed my senses. A lovely sensation to crown this waltz.
And right upon apotheosis’ precipice.
Viscerally, a crimson spray from the monster’s sundered arm stained the field. As the beast recoiled vocally from the pain, I raised my bloodied axe towards it.
“Pain unmakes all of us.” I condemned the former physician. “But it gives you no right to vent your madness on those that held faith in you.”
About the Creator
Tom Siv
Currently just a student. Aspiring writer, and hopefully half-decent older brother.
I'd love to publish a book one day, if I ever produce anything worth its salt.
Two Pink Lines
I had never really felt like a child. I'd always had to raise myself. My mother was just a teenager when she'd had me and consequently, we had spent my whole childhood arguing and fighting like a couple of sisters as opposed to mother and daughter. My father was older than my mother but still had some maturing to do himself. He focused his entire life on me, his little girl but never realized the pressure that put on me. I always felt I had to raise him even as he was trying to raise me. We raised each other. Then, I met him. He cares, he shows me a love like I've never known. For once, it's about me and I don't have to focus on other people's needs and what someone needs from me. Someone always wants something from you. That is what my parents have taught me. Love is selfish but it isn't with him. He is perfect, beautiful, funny, and can take me to places I've only dreamed about. Places outside my mind and my own pathetic life and I know that I will always love him. When we first met, I wanted him to have my children, but now? Right now, with us both still in high school? This is all happening so soon. I slipped into the restroom at work. It had been 6 weeks since my last menstrual and this was not normal. I couldn't wait any longer. I put the top on the test and waited. These 60 seconds felt like forever. What would we do? We were both seniors so we didn't have long to go before school was over but this was not the plan. The plan was for him to join the Army and me the National Guard and for me to get my associate's degree and then we marry, then have kids.
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