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Tara Chapter 12
Chapter 12 ---Shot through the Heart---
It had been hours after Ember and I spoke. I managed to fall asleep due to my exhaustion and some sort of relief of being away from the chaos. The drive felt like it would never end as Gobi continued to stare on the dark highway of the night as it lay empty. Not a star shined in this dark world It seemed like nothing would ever be bright again. Lifting my head I stared tiredly at the trees we rode by as I turned to see Ember asleep, his hand supporting his head as his silenced pistol still lay in his other hand. I felt so betrayed by him I felt sick to know this To know he had single handedly destroyed my life. Even if he saved me, he wasn't able to save me from the heart ache and grief he brought with it. I thought I loved you Ember I felt like I knew you Now I'm staring at a complete and total stranger, as the other stranger drives me further away from my friends, my family, and home
"Are you alrigh
Tara Chapter 11Tara Chapter 11 ---End of the Line ---
The light of the sun shone on my face, a miracle of this new morning. The storm now past and my Ember lay by me, as his chest lifted slowly with each warm breath. Cuddling myself up to him I began to purr as I thought of last night, and how wonderful it was. It was too bad I kept him up all night over it, but he didn't complain. Lifting myself up, I stretched as my bare body stood exposed to everything. First time I woke up naked Yet I hummed and smiled about it as I made my way into the bathroom and grabbing the towel on the rack of the door, and closed it shut. Turning on the water to the tub I waited as it finally got to the temperature I desired and turned on the shower head. Smiling to myself I stepped in and shut the curtains as I shivered from the warm touch of the water running down my back and neck. Reaching for the shampoo I turned to see the curtains folding back as two red eyes stared hungrily at me. It was Ember, as he stepped i
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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