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RE: Week #15 Fox Tales : Announcing the next story image, winners, and another chance to win extra STEEM!

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Here's my entry :)

Every time it rains very hard, my restless eyes are calmed. The rain brings forth tranquility I have dearly missed and an imagery I longed to see again. It reminds me of you, a playful spirit and a lavender tempest. "A puddle of water is a puddle of joy, Gerard." I don't know how you can say that with a very straight face. For a guy that detests lightning, fever and cold, it's very magical and quite stupid. You don't give a damn about it, and you give a very bright smile that irritates me more. How did I befriend this stubborn childish girl? How did I befriend her when all I really wanted was more than that? Yeah it sucks to have fallen in love with your best friend. Once it stormed so hard you can't see a thing, you ran and play underneath it while I was stuck with an umbrella, carrying your stuff. You're so perverse. Even so, you blend with the gloomy lavender rain admirably. It reminds me how out of my league I am. It makes me weak, coward, afraid to tell my feelings for you. You are the only wish the brightest stars didn't give me. Then out of the blue, I woke up. I remembered, three years ago was rough. Three years ago, you left, without bidding goodbye. You left before I get the chance to confess my unrequited love for you. How dare you turn my lively eyes into sorrowful, restless and regretful orbs. So many days I have wasted. So many rains I have missed. I should have played with you, when you were still alive. I should have lived the moment with you. I should have told you the words you longed to hear. Helen, it's raining so hard right now. It's not the usual rain you enjoy, I bet. It's a gray and sorrowful and regretful rain. I guess we all have our firsts. I hope while I'm dancing to the tune of skies' requiem, my feelings will reach you. I know you are now playing with the sweetest rain, free from the world's toxicity. I hope these puddles could wash away my sadness, my longing of you. I will be okay, not now but maybe sooner. I never knew healing hurts more than the wound.

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Now you're feeling it, aren't you? I have warned you all about this, how they will end you. Now give them torment, sadness. Do not fret, for they deserved this. Rekindle hell's flame more! Pierce the holy swords of heaven to the wicked hearts of mankind! Now let them feel the pain, the agony creeping in their skins. Crush their unwilling bones, and you will feel tranquility. This is it, the moment you've been waiting for. Stop the time and see their brains implode. Destroy the city that stole your golden epoch. Burn them to ashes, but slowly if you may. They don't own you, you own them! You own our lives, our love, our hatred. You have every right to take it!