saykha

“Are you really convinced that Mary would be capable of killing herself?” Robert’s voice was tight. “Wh… what?” Celine felt her heart stop as her eyes flew up to meet his. Looking at her apologetically, he stepped closer and softly placed his hands on her shoulders.  “I’m so sorry for bringing this up.  I’m sure you’ve been through enough pain already but … I’ve been thinking this through and none of it makes sense.” “I don’t …” she pulled away and started walking, her eyes set on the sidewalk. “I don’t want to talk about it Ro

“I wonder if it’ll be painful when I hit the ground”, Jacob thought as he stared down from his position on the bridge.  “It should be quick though … it’ll have to do.” He was looking down at the ground far below.  He closed his swollen eyes as he leaned forward, clinging to the rails behind him with his hands.  “If I let go now, I’ll just fall … I’ll fall and all of this will go away.”  He was shivering, but he wasn't afraid to die.  It was living that terrified him.  Life became unbearable after the invasion. He felt the tugging of the wind on his clothes and he opened

The sun rose the day you were born and Earth and Heaven cheered with Me, knowing a great daughter has been born, a soldier of great destiny. And in life she will rise with hope, and at times she'll be cast down. But she will find Me on her knees, and so her strength, in Me, is found. So fear not my love, I am with you. You have more strength than you think. You have the power deep in you, to make cities crumble and mountains sink. For life might seem to cast you down you will rise unscathed and stronger, until that day I strike them down and I uplift you like a tower. And all will tell you in that day We never knew that God could do this

Seduced were her hands, as her fingers traced the delectable edge of the shimmering shattered glass. In remembrance she smelled the beauty of her own reflection, as she had endeared upon her radiance in a time when she had kept the mirror whole. Strange, how it still sang out to her, these shattered shards of memories past. Until her remembrance whispered why she broke the mirror long ago. Trapped was her heart in the confines of that frame. Blinded, she saw none but herself. Until one day she saw a shimmering light and it gave light to her corruption and filth. In horror she pulled her hands to herself, knowing the mirror will make her f

"Heroes never live long", my grandpa always used to say, "When you offer your heart to the masses, it gets consumed very quickly. There isn't much to show in the end ... not much of the hero, anyway." He always used to look so somber when he said it, like he had suffered a terribly deep loss once, under the name a hero. I always wanted to ask him what happened, but I never could. You can see in a person's eyes which questions would topple them over the edge, into utter despair.

If you look closely, through the darkened ash, you could see the silhouette of beasts with wings on their backs. The battle had left the air thick with dust and death, making it almost impossible to see anything.  Strange ... how the faint glimpse of the winged creatures terrified me more than the sound of the person choking on their last breath next to me.