Then his lips turned blue,
Not like a sea, nor a sky.
Like death. Like "goodbye."
About the Creator
em
I’m a writer, a storyteller, a lunatic. I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon — but here, I am a writer, turning moments into multiverses and making homes out of them.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Masquerade Party
At six feet seven inches tall and approximately two hundred fifty pounds, Samael presented an imposing figure when he walked into a room. His physical stature may be impressive, but his demeanor is the opposite. The shy, some might say, reclusive personality that he developed as a young boy followed him into manhood. His favorite job was crunching numbers in a quiet one man back office of a fiduciary firm. He was always polite, greeting his fellow workers with a “good morning” or “good afternoon” as he walked to the back of the office where his little hideaway was located, but never tried to engage in conversations.
By Mark Gagnon2 days ago in Horror
Comments (7)
Wow! Talk about an ending with a punch. Great job with this poem!
Oh God! This broke my heart so much!
I love how this flows. Beautiful, vivid use of language.
A very familiar color.
Hey, just letting you know I shared this poem in my story Poppy's Preferences: https://vocal.media/journal/poppy-s-preferences-pt-5
This is tragic but written beautifully. Completely captivating
Sad, very sad!!! Left a heart!!!