There were no books on the small shelf of unvarnished oak. In the park before my window, two boys were fighting over a football half broken, so empty of air as I was feeling. I pinched with one hand the bruises on my skinny left arm to see if the pain helped me to regain consciousness. Wet hair rain coming through the open window I was dripping in the legs, trembling and bruised. "Are you there?" I thought, lay the knife still stuck in its bowels, the pain was profiled his features aquiline, and his blood still stained my hands. I watched carefully the books that had fallen on the bloody corpse of my husband, and peered my hand, full of blood began to dry on my skin. The wind howled
hard while the sun was threatening to give way to night. Had killed someone who killed wanted. I wanted to force myself to mourn, to curse, but could not. I still felt the pain of the bruises, the fierce blow that struck me ... and a hatred more fierce than the roar of a wild animal.
The wet rustle of wind slipped through my eardrums. The dream turned nightmare, the pain turned into hatred, sadness in iniquity, all led me to that moment. I cried, but no pain. I cried for not being able to mourn, to feel no more than a deep relief in my chest.
I wrote for a contest, but eventually fell by the wayside u__u. Anyway, I hope you like it ^ _ ^. I've been away a few days for personal reasons x_D too personal. What a surprise when I saw that and had 200 hits! Graciaaaaaas \u0026lt;3!
Well, speaking of other things ... I'm writing the second chapter of the World Axis, thanks for being patient! On the other hand, these days of 'festival' I've had, I started writing another story. Is called "Midnight Craving" and is ... Yep, vampires! Since I have the prologue, the truth is I'm quite proud of it ^ ^.
Many kisses to all, and thanks for your support: 3.
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