She will be missed

She will be missed

when I die,

Her look, her smile, her laugh

When she would be kissed

her eyes, blue as the skies

my loneliness

is cured when she arrives

Her beauty

least important, but ever radiant

it glows

brighter than any known gradient,

But her love

her love makes me shine

When I die

she will always be there,

When I die

for me she would care,

When I die

we will be one.

Shake

We have been searching for it. The perfect fit, the one that could house all of us, making us whole again in this world. At last we found him, the traveler. It would be him that could set us free. However, when he stopped for rest we could not take him, for he was not alone. He was with others, other things. We waited till the things fell asleep and called a sweet lullaby to them. We called to them in their sleep, sang them lullabies of love and sweets, and life everlasting. We made them enter their machines and drive off, towards their unkept promises. Their destinations were unimportant to us, only their departure.  

For us to enter, we must first be acknowledged. We awoke him from his slumber with a fierce wind, one to rattle the house and one to rattle his bones. We needed his fear to be known to him, for through his fear we can enter him. We covered the house, surrounded every acre of that property and waited for our invitation.

            We saw him staring at us through the window. He had seen us; we knew this because we could smell his fear. We entered the domicile through the foundation, snaking our way through the walls and crevices of the building. Our entrance was grand and our presence was known. We crept throughout the home, searching for him, peering around every corner, calling him to us. We shook the house with greater vibrato then before, emphasizing our need to be complete.

And then we found him. Standing perfectly still, ripe for the picking, but yet he was not completely ready for us.  We had to access his mind, play with his thoughts and emotions, and make him feel completely alone, he must acknowledge us. Our patience ran thin for he would not move, he would not budge, not an inch. But then he spoke, a single inaudible phrase. We filled the air with blackness and despair, we engulfed his senses with loss and regret, and at last we had him. He sprinted away from us and we brought him to the ground. As he slid down the staircase we surrounded his resting place. He laid there, completely paralyzed in our power and let his fate be sealed.

Shutter

Knock, Knock. The wooden shutters banged heavily against the window frame begging to be locked. I sat up in a bed and peered around the room. I wasn’t too sure which room it was coming from so decided to check them all.

This house was huge; biggest I’ve been in so far. Even more confusing than the last, but I suppose that comes with living in other people houses. It’s just too expensive to rent motels while backpacking, even though you could be rooming with axe murders.

            After checking my own window, I checked the closest room to mine. I knocked first and waited for a reply. When no one answered, I realized how late it was and immediately felt bad for knocking. I moved on till I found a room I could check, one with an open door, and entered after making sure no one was sleeping inside it.  I found the source of the disturbance and quickly moved to remedy it. I closed the shutter before taking a lasting glance at the atmosphere outside. I knew east Russia got foggy this time of the year, but tonight was eerily dense. As I was admiring the thickness of the fog, I realized that there were no cars parked in the massive drive way, where previously that evening there had been at least 4 or 5. The absence of the cars sent a sharp chill down my spine.

            Suddenly, I heard a crash. Not a small crash like when glass breaks, but the foundation of the house shuttered at the core. My mind could not comprehend what could have caused that vibration. Was it an explosion? I raced downstairs to try to find someone or something to get help, but the first floor was completely empty. I felt alone. I might have been alone. But deep down, I knew I wasn’t.

I stared at the front door for a while. Frozen in fear, I couldn’t decide whether to leave, go back up stairs, or search the house more. As I stood there pondering, the decision was made for me.

            “Hello, is anybody there?” I called out hopelessly. I was answered by another large crash, impossibly larger than the last.

At this point I knew I had to leave. Someone or something was causing this noise and I wasn’t about to stick around to find out. I ran upstairs as quickly as I could. It was after I fell that I realized running up an old set of stairs in the dark is not the smartest of ideas.

As I laid there slightly concussed, I saw a dark blurry figure come towards me. The dark figure divided into multiple figures until dark blurry shadows were all that surrounded me. Stricken with fear, I passed out and let fate decide the outcome.

Love lost in her eyes

“So I was just wondering if you would go out with me” Jeremy casually said to the girl of his dreams. Or maybe he thought it, he wasn’t quite sure. But what he was sure of is that she was looking at him. Looking him straight in the eye and she knew what he had said or thought. He knew she would give him an honest answer. Her eyes were what made her honest and kind. But what she said was not what was in her eyes.

“I can’t right now” she said with upmost sincerity,” I just broke up with my old boyfriend; It’s just too soon for me to start dating again.”

“Oh alright” is all he could mutter. Two words were all he said, but an entire novel is what he thought. He tried to wrap his mind around what just occurred. It took him a day and a half to come to the conclusion that what she said was the truth. He coped with it, understood it, and would tolerate it until the idea would depart from her mind.

Jeremy had other things to preoccupy his thoughts. He remembered that today was the day of a house party near where he lived in which his band was requested to play. Eagerly, he gathered his equipment into the trunk of his friend’s girlfriend’s truck and they drove toward the house.

“This show is gonna be great man, I invited so many people” Jeremy yelled over the music to his friend and fellow band mate Mikhail. He didn’t respond to Jeremy, but he wasn’t sure if he didn’t hear him over the music or if he had heard him but didn’t respond. Jeremy knew Mikhail didn’t enjoy performing as much as when they first started. His interest was fleeting and gathering itself into his on again off again girlfriend. Jeremy pushed away his thoughts and jealousies, and focused on the task at hand.

            “Early and punctual, totally fucking rock and roll” muttered Jeremy under his breath. Set up was easy for the boys; it was habitual, even almost ceremonial to them.

“Looking for someone?” Mikhail spoke for the first time that day. Jeremy was so surprised at Mikhail he almost forgot he was staring down the road from the house.

“Hopefully she will come today” Hope. Jeremy fantasized her seeing him in all his glory, on stage, performing, being as graceful and soulful as he can be on his instrument in front of all these people.

This fantasy was short lived. In an instant his heart stopped for a moment frozen in time he starred from across the room. For there she sat, in all her worldly splendor, wrapped in his arms.

A Resentful Person

“Don’t you move,” the gunman said. “Not even a fuckin’ inch or I’ll blow a hole through your teeth.” Bill Williamson stared down the barrel of his six shooter making sure his captive got the message.

“Well damn Bill, I didn’t take you fer one to hold a grudge,” Jim Perkins whistled through his yellow teeth. “We didn’t knows you wud survive is all, or else we wouldn’t have done pulled that stunt.”  

            Bill debated whether he should kill this sonofabitch now quick and easy with his trusty firearm or a slow death, maybe hogtied and dragged by a horse. As he was thinking to himself Jim made another attempt to flee and was met by a swift kick to the ribs.

            “Stay still goddammit while I think a minute,” hollered Bill to Jim as he attempted to crawl away. Bill thought he had him pinned in a corner in the abandoned bar they were hold off in but it seemed like Jim found another way to slip out of Bill’s reach. As Jim crawled around the bar counter and mad a mad dash for the exit, Bill sent a slug right through his left thigh. Jim fell hard hitting his head on the floor, almost knocking him unconscious.

“We didn’t mean nothing personal by it goddammit!” Jim mumbled half drunkenly from the head trauma. “The job went bad is all.”

“Nothing personal?” Bill said almost amused,” Those bastard Mason Gang done killed my wife and kid you sonofabitch!” Having exclaimed that, Bill unloaded the rest of his revolver into Jim, with hate, resentment, and meaning in every round.

Bill felt a wave of pain flow over him. He felt all that hate pent up inside him flow through him and his gun, as if the two where one. This feeling, as powerful as it was, was not what Bill expected. He wanted closure, but all he felt was loss. Bill reloaded his gun and sighed as he holstered it. It was going to be a long time before Bill found peace. It would take a lot more men and a lot more bullets before he would earn redemption.

            He stepped outside the bar only to be met by the 6 leaders of the Mason gang, the only ones he hadn’t killed yet.

“Put down your gun and come out where we can sees ya,” shouted the Captain.

Bill smiled, it was going to be sooner then he thought. His day was today; his time was now. He cocked his gun, aimed, and fired into glory.