Drowning Eyes Open to the Wind

The colors danced and twirled upon the waves as you would expect light to. A wonderfully sublime sight it was to behold them slowing into a waltz as a slight breeze brushed the surface of the water. Yet such beauty is not always so easily appreciated by all.
As the wind picked up and swiftly swept the face of the water, the waves calmed even further. Within seconds the water was completely stilled into the smoothest surface he had ever seen. It seemed to get smoother every time...
Along with this intimidating wind came an almost uneasy chill to the awe inspiring stillness.
The aging man sat on the dock of The Lake and closed his eyes once more. A tear escaped its cage as he did so and it seemed to hang in the air for a few seconds too long before reaching the water's surface. This salty drop added to the extreme magnificence of the scene. What ought to have caused ripples reaching not more than a few feet away from the origin, extended them to all edges of The Lake.
This was where it had all begun for him too many years before. How his life had been destroyed so irreversibly...

Minds of Our Own....

As I walked slowly through the stream of people, I couldn’t help but notice how utterly oblivious they were to everything going on around them. Acts deserving of nothing less than death - and all that follows – happening right in the midst of them. Yet not one lifted their eyes, nor did they raise an eyebrow, nor think to remove their minds from themselves even for a mere second.

But it was not just a few select individuals committing these ‘crimes’. Every single person in that crowd was just as guilty as the next…including me.  

A Black Soul on White Parchment

He cried black tears, darker than the night. His green eyes would fog into grey as his emotions found their way down his nose, passed his lips and hung from his chin for just a second or two before dropping themselves onto his old faded jeans where they left their grey stain.

He looked as if he could've already cried a puddle into existence, and he would have cried another if he had given himself the chance.

Suddenly standing up with such composer that no one would suspect he had spent the last few hours of his life pouring out the blackness of his heart through those determined eyes, he walked towards the sunrise.
Never had I seen anyone look so agreeable in such a state. So grieved yet so handsome, so unhappy yet so content, so hopeless yet so gentle. Just thinking of his black streaked face causes my own eyes to swell. 

A Step Before the Edge

I began to make my way to the edge of the rooftop, and as I neared it I heard a bang behind me. I dared not look back, for if it be my Edward I could not face his coldness again. I heard him faintly calling my name, “Bertha…Bertha…Bertha…” almost as a question. At any moment that grand old house at Thornfield Hall would collapse and we would be at final peace.

With a smile on my pale lips, I closed my darkened eyes as I fell into the night. With my arms spread like the wings of a sparrow, that one second of joyous wind on my face and pleasure in my heart was worth my lifetime of sorrow. To feel alive again a mere second from death.

Obnubilation

Invisible beads of sweat formed on her upper lip as she ran through the field of green, under the clearest blue sky. It was a beautifully warm spring day with a lazy breeze. Her adrenaline pumping and heart racing, she could hardly breathe. As her chest tightened it's grip on her life, she stopped dead at the edge of a forest, hoping to regain her lungs. Yet naught could save her now.
The dark figure came from seemingly nowhere and pushed her down in a pulse of anger. He grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her face into the grainy undergrowth. Unsheathing his ancient dagger, he cut her right leg in thorough enjoyment. From the hip, all the way down to the tiniest toe. Deep red blood streaked to the ground. The silhouette of a man rubbed his blade in the mud formed with this blood and wiped it clean on the girl's cheeks as she gasped once more for life. The man stood and looked to the sky and to the trees and to all the beauty surrounding him. Satisfied, he walked away. Yet with no trace of the grin you would expect from such a man, if he deserve to be so called.

Stains of Salt

As she walked by with tears flooding her face,

He stood and stared as a tear of his own escaped it's cage.

The Art of Flattery

I can smell it.
You reek of fear.
Fear of me?
I'm flattered.
The suspense of the agonies which lie in your path
The gruesome future I have framed for you
To see my evil genius at work
Ahhh how I long for that day...