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.