I've been feeling unwell since Thursday so please bear with me. I actually wasn't going to post anything but I found this lying around and thought I'd might as well post it. It's probably the shortest piece I've ever written and I'm not certain that I'm truly pleased with it. It was more of an experimental piece. I have another longer story quite similar to it that will be coming out in an anthology book my university is publishing though. I'll tell you the details later.
Anyway, here is the short short story. Please leave a comment :) --
You look at
me with eyes glazed like glass. Though your bag is packed, you shall never
pass. I gave you all, my trust and love. My love for you was my downfall. Yet
here you stand within my thrall. You’ll be my puppet for the night. Your eyes
so bright, they’re quite the sight. It almost hides the spite within.
I broke the rules to be with
you, my love. I watched my immortal string cut short. My fellow fey thought me
quite foolish. “When you’ve found love, you’ll understand”— at least that’s
what I would once retort.
I take your hand, pull you
towards me. You too are strong, you try to flee. But can’t you see, I won’t let
you go? It’s quite the blow for me to know you yearn for one that is not me.
How could I think to control
you? It was your wildness that did once excite me. The fight within that did
incite me.
You scream profanities in my
face. Dimly I feel the trace of my remaining heart that beats hard like
thunder; that once did beat steadily before you tore our love asunder.
Verily I say
unto you, stop screaming. Surely I must have been dreaming to think you would
ever obey.
All hope is lost, I feel I must
say goodbye. I search my pocket and drink a clear vial. As it burns in my mouth
I pull you forward for our last kiss. I force the vile content past your
luscious lips. Surely you have all manners of objections but you bite them
back.
In a manner of minutes, all will
be over. The rooms spins around and I am on my knees mumbling apologies. None
touch your leaden heart, we’ve grown too far apart. You won’t take my hand even
as my life fades away, despite your promises to always stay. It matters not for
none shall have you if not I. But I am fey and you are not. Our love was
doomed. All hope is lost.
And on that happy note, please leave a comment to let me know what kind of story you want me to write next. I'm open to all sorts of suggestions provided that they have some sort of fantasy element. Others of you might be more specific and ask me for a sequel to another of my previous short stories. By all means, let me know!
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