Tuesday, November 09, 2010

And now, a short story...

It had not always been this way. There had been a point in his life that he would have stopped and helped her, a time where doing the 'right' thing seemed natural. There was a distant memory of a house with a small garden, sunlight filtering though large windows illuminating dark wood floors, peaceful afternoons filled with soft laughter. There was a home, a family, a life. There was a distant memory of a time that was, and a pain in his chest that came with the knowledge of a future that would never be.

But that was the past, survival the present, and vengeance the only thing the future had to offer. So he continued down the darkened street, ignoring her muffled cries for help and the bright knife that shone brightly in the moonlight.



peace,
ko

6 comments:

John Bryson said...

wow....this is friggin awesome...seriously...love it!!!
--John

Cami said...

Wow! Talk about dramatic...
That is a seriously good piece!

Julia said...

I love your writing style. And the short story itself was wonderful. I really enjoyed it. It was quite refreshing. :)

Jonh Bananas said...

You got talent Ô_Ô!
God bless you

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