When the wolf started howling, I knew I was in trouble. You had been standing there for a while, wrapped in an uneasy cloak of silence. Still, not smiling nor frowning. It wasn’t the animal’s wails that worried me, but the darkness of your gaze. Your eyes, pitch black, making it impossible to discern your pulpils from your irises. I felt a mild pang in my chest, and that’s when you pulled your hands out from under your mantle. There, in your cupped palms was my heart, vulnerable, innocent thing. The snow was falling between us, thick curtain of ice lacing, still I could recognize it from afar. Suddenly, the howlings ceased, leaving us in the high pitched hissing of the winter winds. You grinned and closed your fingers on my fragile heart. The discomfort was instantaneous, yet bearable. I wanted to speak, but my lips were sealed. Of all of them, I thought I had chosen you wisely. I had never imagined we’d come to this. You tightened your grip and the pain shot in my chest. That’s when I noticed it on your face. The obvious pleasure of knowing you were hurting me. That thought was even more painful than the feeling of my crushed heart. I wanted to ask “why?”, wanted to jump on you and scratch your face off. I couldn’t believe you could treat my precious heart like a vulgar stress ball, while looking me straight in the eyes. And I understood. As a long shriek begged to spring out of my lungs, and tears longed to roll on my cheeks, I pulled all the strength in me, and kept a straight face. You could hurt me, but I wouldn’t give you the pleasure of spitting the rage back to you. I wouldn’t even let you enjoy my falling apart. I would own my pain. I sucked in the wrath building up, and held your stare. Your grin faded, and you closed your fingers tighter, like an eagle’s claw on its prey. I felt my knees shaking, but stayed impassive. Your pleasure turned into annoyance, and then into fury. Blood leaked on your wrist, when you finally threw my heart in the snow, spun around and disappeared into the storm… And I kneeled down, letting myself pant from the pain, picking what was mine up, like the trophee it was. “Your loss…” I whispered between two hurtful breaths. “Your loss!”
This piece of fiction is a clumsy homage to S.K. Nicholas, author of A Journal For Damned Lovers. It is, very loosely, inspired by his work, and I warmly recommend paying him a visit to discover much better writing than my own!
Powerful, poetic, and very affecting.
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Thank you, Eleanor… I am grateful that Mr Nicholas has inspired me, it had been a while since I last wrote a story… but I feel it is coming back 🙂 Yay!
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It might be loose but it’s pretty good! The emotions in it are very raw.
Hope you’re well and happy new year! 🙂
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Thank you, Simon 🙂 As they often do, this story just suddenly popped in my mind, and once I started writing it down, my fingers just ran like crazy on the keyboard. I am glad you enjoyed it!
A very happy New Year to you to! I hope 2019 will be a year of many awesome surprises for you 🙂 xx
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I like it when a story flows like that.
Thank you C that’s very sweet of you, I hope the same for you and all your best wishes come true 🙂 xx
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Thank you 🙂 I just hope Life brings my way what I need the most. Over the years, I learnt that I am not the best at sorting what I “need” from what I “want” 😉
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I think many of us have that problem, the thing is, what do you need and what do you want?
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Hmmmm that’s a very good question. I want a peaceful year, filled with smile inducing surprises, and to grow better as a person. But I know that, in order to get that last wish, I’ll probably need challenges that I’d rather not face. I guess I’ll just have to let Life do its job. Whatever will come will, and there will be a reason for it.
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I only heard yesterday that’s is not what happens in life that’s makes its but how we deal with it. Something to think about eh?
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Absolutely… I am not a master of positive thinking, but I do try to look for the silver lining in any seemingly bad situation. Great saying, Simon! Thanks for sharing it 🙂
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Happy to share, like you I’m not a positivity master sometimes I’m very down but I try… 🙂
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You know what they say… When there’s a will, there’s a way 🙂
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There’s another saying. The bastard’s are trying to set me down but I ain’t letting them 😂
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Mouahahahaha I like it!
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I thought you might 😂😂😂
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That’s a gripping read.
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Thank you, Jacqueline 🙂 I am glad you enjoyed your read! It is always a pleasure to see you around 🙂 A happy, inspired 2019 to you, Lady! xx
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I loved this cyranny! It was so powerful. I loved how it flowed! 🙂
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Thank you 🙂 It is what I tried to pick up from Mr Nicholas’ work. I am not nearly as good as he is, but I am glad you felt that way about the pacing 🙂 *Big hugs*
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If I was as half as good a writer as you I’d be very happy 🙂
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Awww thank you 🙂 You’re just too sweet xx
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Xxx 🥰
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