[story] moonlit dreams

[shanker]

Moonlit Dreams

Death. It's inevitable. We all fall to the same darkness and all hopes of eternity fade with the silent screams of those who still grasp on to life.

For Briony Feronia death was an answer. The answer to a silent pray she never realised she had been chanting. A pray that had been left unanswered by a God that didn't exist. Life did not provide the answers, only the questions. Questions that was slowly drowning her every second she lived.

And now as she stood tall and proud atop of the church, the wind whipping against her cheek painfully, she knew the answer lay here. Her dark, bleak eyes that had once been filled with emotion, stared down at the ground that lay thousands of metres below her. She had felt once. Oh, she had not been happy for so long but at least she had felt. Anger, hate, sadness, desperation. Such negative feelings but they had kept her alive. Had been a reminder that she was *human*

Not anymore.

Now she was broken, a shell of what she used to be. She no longer felt. There was nothing there...not even a lingering sadness for the life she had lost so painfully. There was no hate for the one person that had done this to her, no love for the friends she was leaving behind. Emotion made you weak, that`s what he had taught her. Slowly, the feelings she had once taken for granted had been drowned underneath spiteful words and unmerciful acts of violence. He had not only turned her heart cold but made her a new one, carved from ice and steel that no one or nothing could penetrate. And it was that very heart -the one that gave her life - that was preventing her from living. The heart he had crafted was now a heart not even he could hurt. There was nothing left to hurt. No pain she had not already endured.

It had all lead up to this. This one moment, this one place, this one ending.

Death. It was inevitable.

For all the journey's she had travelled, all the paths she had followed it would only take one step to change everything. Her own fate lay in her *own* hands now, not in the God's.

It was ironic that she was here, stood atop the church she had visited so many times before. The same church that she had prayed to God to help her. And the same God that had failed her. It was ironic, that this would the place where it would all end. The place were so many of her beliefs had been rooted, the same beliefs that had been destroyed and tarnished by him. It was here that she would find her answer at last.

She looked up once more towards the moon, basking in the glow it cast. This was how it should be. A witch, dying in the light of the full moon. As a child that dream had always appeared when darkness fell and sleep arose. Oh, how that dream had seemed so far away then, so innocent...


She watched as the dark clouds parted to reveal the light, silvery moon that shone brightly through her window. She smiled contently as her eyes fluttered shut and her breathing slowed.

It didn't take long before the white, damp mist curled around her feet and lifted her up into the same dark sky she admired each night. She travelled silently, her breath held as she stared in awe at the stars that passed her by. She knew where she was headed. It was the same almost every night.

She watched as the small clearing came into view, the high, thin trees swaying gently in the light breeze. Then she was falling, sailing through the air towards the ground. The fresh taste of the wind in her mouth made her smile as she landed softly on the dark green grass below her.

She glanced around the clearing already knowing he was here. Her eyes skimmed the dark trees, searching the swaying shadows for him but she knew she would not find him until he was ready.

The wind was beginning to pick up as it blew her long, dark locks into her eyes. Her night gown bellowed around her legs but instead of running for cover under one of the trees she simply laughed.

She closed her eyes against the wind and opened up her arms feeling the cool air rush around her, wrapping her in it's strength. She felt the grass sway wildly beneath her bare feet, felt her hair whipping behind her. She opened her arms further and lifted her chin higher up towards the sky in a proud gesture. She welcomed the wind and it's energy. It revived her...made her stronger. She was a witch and the elements were her life.

She stood like that for several moments, her eyes closed and her face a mask of serenity. She did not move even when she felt the familiar strong arms wrap around her small waist. The wind had died down to a gentle breeze again and no sound could be heard in the clearing. No sound except her own light breathing and the soft thumping of her heart.

She let her arms fall so her hands rested upon his. She felt his warmth envelope her as they both stood silently on the cool grass.

She did not move until she felt his soft, gentle lips touch her pale neck. It was only then that she turned in his arms to face him. She stared into the face that she knew all to well with features she had memorised from their first meeting. Dark brown hair with tan coloured tendrils running through it that fell into his eyes. Eyes which were a warm, liquid brown circled with a golden, honey colour. A long, elegant nose and high, defined cheekbones. And those lips, oh, those lips. Soft and full and sensuous.

The same lips that came down to brush against hers in the lightest of touches.

She sighed against him and lifted her arms to run her hands through his hair. His arms tightened around her as he kissed her with a passion that made her dizzy and light headed. The moon glowed brightly above them, it’s silvery light beaming down into the clearing where they stood, locked in a passionate but deadly embrace.

It was not long before those sweet, innocent kisses began to turn desperate. So hot and so cold all at once that it made Briony shiver. She knew now, knew this was it. She felt him pull back slightly, his lips barely touching hers. A small whimper escaped her and tears pricked her eyes.

“It’s time” he whispered against her lips. She nodded her head silently and moved forward to give him one last lingering kiss. She gazed into his dark orbs, brown meeting green before her lips curled slightly in a sad smile.

“I love you” she said softly. She released him and pulled her dark locks aside to reveal her long, elegant neck. She watched as the gold of his eyes suddenly flared as his gaze settled on her exposed flesh. He moved forward, his arms never moving from around her waist. He nuzzled the skin tenderly, placing light kisses down the column of her neck.

“I love you Briony” her murmured as his long, ivory teeth sank into the warm flesh. She gasped as his fangs penetrated the skin but she soon relaxed as his mouth moved gently against hers and his hands moved reassuringly over her back. She felt her life being drained from her but now she was no longer scared. Her body was strangely warm and a look of contentment slipped across her face.

As she stood at the edge of death, her body dying but her mind more alive than it had ever been, she knew this was how it was supposed to be.

That night Briony Rose Feronia died underneath a full moon in the arms of her soul mate.


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[shanker]

hmz ik weet dattie slecht is.... niemand wat kritiek ofzo zodat k er misschien nog wat van kan maken???

nah jah dan nog maar weer een vaag verhaaltje om je kritiek op te spuien:

Life, never ending story


He lurked around the shadows, hiding himself from the world. His tattered sweatshirt provided him little warmth needed on the cold blistery November night.
He hid himself from passing people, keeping himself a secret never meant to be seen.
He creeped up behind a busy McDonalds restraunt, the vents gave off some steam and heat,
Placing his hands in the warm mist, he rubbed them together.
He looked around for some morsels of food that he could consume
Luck got to him, as some day old bread lay spilling from a bag. Greedily rushing towards the bread he swiped it clean off the floor and ran to a corner to devoured his treasure


She stood in front of the hot fryer, sweat rushed down her forehead. She was exhausted from all the days work; the stench of fried food congested her mind as she tried to clear her head.
Only 10 more minutes till she could leave this horrible restraunt
Bright colours surrounded the place as a cheerful clown hugged smiling children on fake posters.
The children reminded her of her own, the reason she was working in the first place
Ever since her asshole boyfriend left her on her own, her life was in shambles.
She forced coming tears to stay back as she held out a big Mac and placed it on a tray angrily.


He looked annoyed at the girl in front of him serving his meal. This place had really bad service.
He muttered to himself angrily as he paid her the bill, throwing a 20 at her face
Aggravated he sat down by himself on a chair for two, normally his wife would have been with him, but she was not, she was at the hospital, recovering from cancer surgery. He had held her hand to reassure her since the beginning and now she was taken into intensive care.
Annoyed with life he quickly ate his food, then as he reached for his wallet a picture of his wife fell out,
She was smiling, and she was looking as beautiful as she had, the day he had fallen in love with her.
Now a machine controlled her life, her ebony hair lost along with the cheer on her face. A tear trickled down his face, as he banged his fists on the table, and went outside to take a smoke, to clear the stress



She ran quickly hoping to catch the subway as quickly as possible, while walking down the downtown strip she banged elbows with an elderly man lighting a smoke, she didn’t stop to apologize to the fed up man, but continued running ahead. Her tight black jacket hugged her as she ran over to the entrance from Spadina to Queensway. Moments before the train was about to leave she jumped in exhausted. Finding a seat next to a teenager she sat down and opened up her book that lay bookmarked.
She read silently but was deeply irritated by the loud music banging through the teenager’s headphones.
Ignoring the racket she continued reading the book, now this book happened to be her book as well, and she was on her way to the publishers, to present the second novel to her trilogy. Looks can be deceiving as this young horror novelist grabbed a notepad from her purse and started writing whatever came from her mind.



He sat head bopping to “Metelica”. Mouthing the lyrics out as the women besides him glared at him evilly. He just snickered shaking his head. The bus stopped as he stood up to get out. He looked back and saw the same women writing something furiously on a notepad. Raising his eyebrow he walked out chewing his flavour worned gum. He rubbed his arm, he had just gotten a new tattoo there, initiating his girl friends name “Sarah”. He grabbed the nearest bus to get to her apartment. He sat on the seat with a grin on his face thinking about how surprised his girlfriend would be. He peered out of the window hazily and moments after looking at what happened he had the same look on his face, as he had predicted on his girlfriends. He saw her with her arms around another guy standing next to an empty basketball court.



She hugged him tightly never wanting to let go, deep inside guilt swirled as she remembered her boyfriend. Was it right cheating on him? Questions pondered in her head. He returned her hug warmly. Suddenly behind her she heard her name being growled. Her heart stopped, and practically pounded fastly. She turned around to see her boyfriend standing with flames coming from his eyes.
He said her name softly in a questionable manner
She looked at him, dumbfounded, no words escaping her mouth
He shook his head and went up to the guy
Making a fist he hit him hard on the jay, she screamed in horror as she tried calming him, her boyfriend stood angrily in front of her, she reached out to stop him again grabbing his arm. Suddenly a faint ink spot was visible, she looked more closely, then gasped and let go
He knew she saw the tattoo. She looked at him with tears gushing her eyes and an “im sorry” look on her face.
He cursed under his breath and left the scene



A car sped by crazily down the road. Some teenagers were getting high and driving recklessly, as the car whipped by people, it barely missed another boy who was storming out of the basketball court.
The driver laughed hysterically loving the rush. The passengers all loaded up on acid and reefers laughing along. All of them too drugged to regain normal sanity. She was sitting in the back enjoying the highs, it was her first time and she was loving it. The fumes in the car made her head spin madly, and she couldn’t stop inhaling. Suddenly a siren erupted from behind them as a police car followed them. The driver sneered looking at the rear mirror and continued speeding.