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The Betrayal

Fuck.

A single word rang out in his mind as he gazed upon the mess he had created.

I loved him as a brother, not just as a man. 

What have I done?

The dagger dropped from his hand as he gazed at the broken wreck of a man he had betrayed. His mind’s eye gazed into long lost summers, as boys they had ran through the fields, climbed trees, stole crops. All of it together. 

As men they had shared grief at the loss of comrades, toasted accomplishments in mutual joy, fought together, bickered over woman. Again, all of it together.

Suddenly he snapped back into reality, his thoughts interrupted by footsteps on the cold marble floor.
Slowly he turned to face the newcomer. For a moment he could not register what he saw, before finally the colour drained from his face and he began to tremble.

“I’m sorry” He whispered half to the stranger and half to the body of his friend at his feet.

A cold bony finger reached out and touched his cheek gently.

And he began to weep as the darkness fell.

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The Atheist

A blue plain, a black mountain up ahead; he stopped, looked, listened. Intently he changed direction, broken by the weight of thoughts. Stopping, he looked around, the colours in the sky changed again. Anger overwhelmed him. For what did this God have for him?

He looked around, his brethren sat silently, paying no mind to changes overhead. His eyes darkened as he saw yet another structure placed about the ground miles away. God did not do that, they said. But from the whence the light came such structures continued to fall, for this was a new world they said, unhindered by the troubles of their own.

Thump, thump, thump.

He gazed upwards, the figure in the sky seemed to be moving, laying itself out against the white sky. Suddenly, darkness. 

If God exists, why does he allow the floods that wipe out his kin? The disasters of the flesh? Why does it sometimes stay dark, for years? 

Suddenly, the figure reappeared, he found himself being pulled up toward it, he saw a face unlike anything he had ever seen before. 

He asked it the question.

It smiled and he burst into flame.

It smiled.

 

He closed his eyes.

Is this it? Is it just a that? Is that all there is?

The Roman


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‘ The Roman’

 

 

Wind. Sun. Sky.

He stares silently, unopposed at the ruin that confronts him; his eyes pass slowly over the broken letters embedded in what was once the center of someone’s life. With painful hesitation, he turns to the track behind him.

The snake moved slowly, slithering down the road. Poisonous fumes emitted from it’s nostrils, filling the air with sulphur and the smell of blood.

Ignoring it, he turns back to the ruin. Gently he reaches out – carefully as not to disrupt the creature’s who lived within – he slowly touches the letters, feeling their power and it’s seductive lure.

The Sun, which had been merely flirting with the notion of defeat, shined slowly onto the letters as it made it’s descent. As the words illuminated, he thought again: Wind. Sky. Sun.

He looked up at the mosaic above him, then to the leaves slowly moving in the evening breeze.

Wind. Sky. Sun.

The screams of those behind him increased as the snake slowly began to draw to a halt. Ex-purging it’s organs across the road, they piled out. Again the wailing, the crying intensified.

He turns, facing his left.

A small animal, crushed against the weight of the snake, broken, yet strangely serene against the failing light, stirred slowly. As it’s whimpers escaped, the wailing around it too got louder. Disgusted, he turns back to the ruins, and slowly walks off. To his left he notices the animal crawl back slowly into the ruins.

The snake, seemingly undisturbed, regurgitated it’s organs, and slowly made it’s way down the track.

As he watched it go, again the light illuminated the writing on the ruins. Below it lay the animal…morbidly resting against the light of the ever ailing Sun.

With careful dignity the animal rested itself, it’s last life breathed out along with the pollen on the wind, seemingly escaping from some sort of cage, the spirit left it’s slumped body.

He smiles.

The Sun, illuminated the scenery around him and feeling the wind in his hair, whilst the smooth summer air breathed life into him. The sky darkened and the words became visible only for a second, as the piercing gaze of the Sun travelled over them once more.

Defiantly, he thought silently once again, staring at the message on the ruins:
Wind. Sky. Sun. Life. Death. Peace.’

Once more he began to smile, misanthropy evaporating from his very inner self.

With this the man slowly walked back and sat against a the rigid spine of an ageing tree. Inhaling the pure air and casting his haze leisurely over the ruin once more.

As the air grew colder, his weary eyes began to shut – only glimpsing once more the words  illuminated by the July moon. He smiled weak smirk and inhaled a deep, but very long breathe.

The thought of those words echoed in his failing mind as he  sank slowly into emptiness :

‘Memento mori’


“Remember thou art mortal.”

Reflection

‘Reflections’

Staring at a deep blue sky as euphoric melodies pound his senses he focus’ on the murder overhead; His eyes gradually fall to gaze over an broken creature, it’s head dipped and lined against the cold back drop of January frost. The creature’s eyes meet his – only for an instant; He witnesses images of a thousand winters past, chillingly he breaks away his gaze from the creature; As it turns it’s head the melody falls, revealing the soft sound of the wind, blurred slightly as he turns his head. A beautiful tune picks up slowly reminding him of Summer’s past as he gazes toward a shadowly figure, looming underneath an rustic canopy, silent and unmoving so resembling nothing more than an grotesque manifestation of broken hearts and forgotten memories.

He tears his gaze away; Looking out over the road he see’s what he is waiting for, the soft tread of feet on gravel path overcomes the gentle, infantile melody that plays over his sense, lighting them. The sound of wailing and of despair breaks over him as he and many others gather around a small sign…restless.
Light breaks over him as darkness passes by; calmly he shuffles in between several figures, the sound of howling despair slowly being replaced by a tidal like symphony of euphoric bliss.

Stop.

Everything is silent.

A face stares back at him. It’s eyes full of haunt and despair. He turns his head again, dipped slightly he steps forward. When he raises his eyes the sun blinds him with it’s intensity, he turns quickly, shying from it’s accusing, lingering gaze. He hurries, climbing n dark stair case as many dark figures watch him silent; yet unobservant, reflecting upon their own tired, pedantic existence.

Oblivious to them he reaches the top of the stair case and looks out towards the sea, the sun still rising slowly as it illuminates all but the outer corners of the coastline, he smiles ruefully as he notices it and sits down.

To his left a man stirs, wide grinned and toothless he lies lolling against the revealing morning light, small holes dotted across arm illuminated as if curiously by the winter sun.

He looks away.

His gaze falls upon another face, staring at him. The face is filled with something strange to the boy, it’s eyes are light and carefree wheras his are dark and anxious. He stares deeper into the blue; As he gazes – with almost morbid curiosity – the face laughs gleefully and it’s eye’s light up at his shock at such a sound.
Smiling he realises it is his face, his eyes filled with an thousand dreams and his head with naive adolescant thoughts.

He sits back as basking in the light, grinning he gazes out infront of him as the darkness behind him and those whom it has taken fall further and further behind.

‘TheRabidDidactic’