The End.. read carefully guys..
Seeing through these cold dead eyes now,
This world looks much different.
The scars of one’s life entire,
Appear now for all to see.
What once meant everything,
Really means nothing now.
I still see and sense things mortal,
But the earthly world can’t hear my words.
Lying on an ice-cold white slab this darkest night,
I see the pale yellow moon’s sad face in the sky.
With visions of people who’ve crossed over before,
I wonder when Charon shall finally appear?
Shall it be him who appears on this new horizon?
Or shall it be someone or something else?
The everyday mortal world moves on as before:
Regardless of one’s wealth, poverty, fame, shame, infamy.
I guess now all the ancient mysteries of the universe,
Shall become obvious and answered in kind.
I wonder what shall be said to me and the reception?
Thumbs up or thumbs down—I guess I shall find out.
The pale yellow moon now appears brighter . . .
As if a special message cometh soon from a winged angel.
Hope this helps to answer my lingering questions . . .
As the dark void from the mortal world grows greater now.
I feel a gentle tug pulling me upward now from Earth’s grasp,
Into the majestic arms of infinity and into God’s eternal light!
Tell me a story...
Once again, I am here asking for stories and in return, I will give the second part to The Aether tale.
In case you missed it, Go back to Part I
Part II- The Callous Inferno
As Helios rode alongside John’s ship. He produced a whip made of fire coiled around his hand. The god of light reared back and lashed the side of John’s cruiser. The impact sizzled and cracked, raking a long jagged trench into the skin of his spacecraft. He attacked again and with each relentless assault, the scars glowed a brilliant orange. John’s eyes and nose burned as the acrid spoor of slag entered his cabin; he buried his face in his hands and retreated to the aft of the ship.
“Give up, mortal!” screamed Helios. “You will die and never see your beloved again!”
John pressed his hands over his eyes to vanquish the hellish visage but the after-image of crimson still filled his eyelids. Slowly, the red swirled to black, the sound of screeching metal faded away, and he heard the faint echo of a familiar melody.
John uncovered his face and with caution, slowly opened one eye at a time. He looked around in bewilderment; he was in the dining room of his house. The music continued to play and John walked forward, drawn by its hypnotic tone. Once he reached the threshold to the living room, his heart stopped for a moment. Ellie stood, with her back to him. She wore a tight-fitted red dress, a favorite of his. A ringlet of scarlet hair trailed down the exposed section of her back as she swayed and hummed to the song. It was an archaic tune from the last century; a romantic western piece from a bygone era of courting.
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you’re standing outside the fire
A knot formed in the pit of John’s stomach as he allowed the words and melody to wash over him. He cleared his throat and Ellie turned to regard him. She smiled and ambled towards him, hips swaying to the beat of the song. She came within inches of his face and caressed his cheek with her fingertips. John closed his eyes and savored the heat from her touch.
“Promise to always be my dancing partner, John,” said Ellie.
“I promise to –” started John but the screech of metal shocked him out of his moment with his wife.
“You will never see her again,” hissed Helios. “Accept your fate.”
John’s eyes snapped open with an ignited fury, just as another strike from Helios’s whip rattled his ship sideways. John stood, undaunted and said, “You’re wrong, I see her every time I close my eyes. I will never yield.”
Helios roared and smashed his chariot into the side of John’s ship. “Perish then, mortal and meet your watery grave!” roared Helios.
The cabin buckled from the impact. It collapsed the air pressure and crushed every bone in John’s body. He fell to the cabin floor, gasping for oxygen. Helios’s eyes flared red and he smashed into the ship one last time. It exploded into a million pieces, sending what was left of the cruiser hurtling towards Earth. Helios stared fiercely down at John but John returned his stare with equal measure and began his descent into Earth’s atmosphere.
Tell me a story...
Still wanting some stories from people... real or fiction, any genre it doesn't matter. I love reading every tale. Anyways here is the third part to my Aether tale
In case you missed it, Go back to Part II
Part III- The Watery Embrace
As John entered the atmosphere the friction caused his body to burst into flames. It felt as if every atom in his body was flying apart but he remained intact. The cerulean ocean flooded every field of his peripherals as he plummeted closer and closer to the murderous sea. At last, John hit the water with an impact that should have ended him. Strangely, he still lived and continued down into the crystalline blue world.
The cool sensation of the sea welcomed him to this blue serenity but soon the scenery changed from a tranquil azure to a hateful sapphire. John descended into the depths and all forms of sea life coalesced to his position. They approached cautiously and regarded him with wary observations. As he continued, his lungs began to give way. John held his breath for what seemed like an eternity but eventually succumbed to his desire for air; he drew a sharp intake. The liquid stabbed his chest, forcing him to cough. A wispy cloud of red filled his vision as blood poured from his now broken lungs. The coppery taste of blood replaced the briny water in his mouth. He continued further down and the sea life began to taper off. They dared not follow him to what awaited at the bottom.
John heaved and with every ragged breath, convulsed but remain conscious. On his descent, a low growl could be heard from all around him. The remaining sea creatures scattered in fear and left him in a solitary plunge.
The growl transformed into an ominous laugh that shook the ocean itself.
Who? thought John.
Poseidon, replied a dark voice in John’s mind, I am the lord of this watery abyss and you have entered my domain uninvited.
I did not choose to come here, thought John. Your brother sent me.
Poseidon shook the sea with his laughter again. Helios is no brother of mine.
Darkness consumed John as he continued to sink into the inky abyss. He stared into the gloom and saw two glowing amber orbs coming closer to his position. John shielded his eyes from the luminance and was horrified when he could make out the form of a giant worm, which had a maw filled with millions of razor-sharp teeth.
Surrender yourself to me, said the worm with Poseidon’s voice, and end your suffering.
Never, shouted John in his mind.
Poseidon laughed and the ocean rumbled. You will never feel your beloved again but you will feel the weight of my world crush you.
Why me? pleaded John.
Why not? hissed the worm. We control the fate of mortals. Your destiny is not for you to decide but ours to control.
The weight of the ocean pressed against John’s body. It felt as if his already broken bones had turned to dust; a gurgling stream of blood escaped from his lungs. He forced his eyes shut and to his relief, the pressure began to recede. After a short moment, his feet hit the ocean floor and he felt a kiss of mist on his face instead of the cruel force of the sea. When John reopened his eyes, he was no longer in the dark abyssal waters but on a knoll in the headlands of the Northern Californian coast. In the distance, he saw a great city with buildings so tall they scraped the sky. A thick fog was rolling in and obscured a familiar coppery bridge from John’s memory.
While John stared in amazement, he felt a hand intertwine with his own. He looked to his right and saw Ellie standing next to him. Her scarlet hair whipped back and forth from the coastal breeze.
Ellie turned her gaze to him. “John,” she said, “even if the distance between us is inches or parsecs, promise that you will always be with me.”
“I promise,” replied John. He closed his eyes again and felt the pressure of the water returning, it invaded every opening of his body; fury overwhelmed him.
Poseidon’s rumbling laughter began again. You will never feel her again. His thoughts stabbed into John’s mind. Accept your fate.
Despite the overwhelming pain, John forced a smile and threw his thoughts at the worm. You are wrong! I always feel Ellie, for she is with me wherever I go.
Poseidon screamed and John’s ears felt as if they would explode. Stupid mortal! Then I will allow my mother, Gaia, to devour you. The ground beneath John began to shake.
Favourite video game?
The only way for a unicorn to feel free is if they can express themselves
@us-poet isn't that just what we mortals call 'Life' ?
Your favourite game
Mortal Combat X ...I just love violence
Choose a game you love (or tolerate) in each category!
@bushmurry old school mortal Kombat had a in game combo guide...
Choose a game you love (or tolerate) in each category!
@sir-devil I recently bought all of the deadspace series when the local video store downsized... can't wait to get into it! Who's your go-to Mortal Kombat character?