A bedtime story...
Here is a short story i wrote a moment ago. Excuse any spelling and grammatical mistakes. I can't sleep.
Her hands, clasped, holding it beneath her chest. Her long, shiny black tresses and her white dress flutters aimlessly behind her. She felt the beating of her heart. She was still able to feel. Her face, delicate, statuesque, prominent and serenity could be seen on her face and it was facing up to the skies. She was grace in all simplicity. Her eyes closed and she breathes the air that surrounds her. Damped and yet refreshing. She squinted at the bright sky and the clouds that enveloped the blue plane. She smiled. She looked beyond the greenish-blue ocean that laid before her, she dugged her feet into the sand. Never did those grainy harsh sands felt so soft and refined to her fair feet. She pulled up her white dress to her knees and she let her feet touched the waters. It was cold. In her entire life, she never did notice how such a simple scene can be so beautiful. She walked on ocean’s lip, predilecting in every single step she took.
Then she stopped and she looked up. There, in front of her, was a man, the man dressed in black, extremely exquisite and he gave her a smile. Her heart sank and she shed a tear. He came closer to her and cupped her face firmly with his hands. Do not cry, my child, he whispered lightly into her ears. She knew who he was, she had knew it all along. She never wanted any of this to happen, so to ease her pains, she sang to herself a song. A song that was sang to her by a bird when she was young. I never did my life quite right, did I? she finally asked him and she looked deep into his eyes. She saw eternity and the whole universe, stories of love, freedom, equality, justice, hopes and dreams, desires, strengths, she saw it all in his eyes, and she saw, Death itself.
I am not here to judge, He said. He stretched out his hands and offered her to take it. She tilted her head, a hand on her hips and the other tapping her lips and pretended to give it a playful thought. She laughed and he blushed. She took his hands gently and held it close to her body. He close his eyes and silently prayed. Then a gorgeous black wings outstretched behind his back. She pondered for a while and asked him quizzically, Angels supposed to have white wings, do they not? He chuckled and stared at her lovingly and he told her, Believes were never quite facts.
He held her close to him. He could feel her heart beating more slowly. She hugged him tightly and laid her cheek on his shoulders and she touched the feathers lightly. His mighty wings flaps gently and then faster with more speed, gusting the sands below their feet. They flew to the sky and they flew together into the unknown. She closed her eyes tightly and she took her final breathe.
Her hands, clasped, holding it beneath her chest. Her long, shiny black tresses and her white dress flutters aimlessly behind her. She felt the beating of her heart. She was still able to feel. Her face, delicate, statuesque, prominent and serenity could be seen on her face and it was facing up to the skies. She was grace in all simplicity. Her eyes closed and she breathes the air that surrounds her. Damped and yet refreshing. She squinted at the bright sky and the clouds that enveloped the blue plane. She smiled. She looked beyond the greenish-blue ocean that laid before her, she dugged her feet into the sand. Never did those grainy harsh sands felt so soft and refined to her fair feet. She pulled up her white dress to her knees and she let her feet touched the waters. It was cold. In her entire life, she never did notice how such a simple scene can be so beautiful. She walked on ocean’s lip, predilecting in every single step she took.
Then she stopped and she looked up. There, in front of her, was a man, the man dressed in black, extremely exquisite and he gave her a smile. Her heart sank and she shed a tear. He came closer to her and cupped her face firmly with his hands. Do not cry, my child, he whispered lightly into her ears. She knew who he was, she had knew it all along. She never wanted any of this to happen, so to ease her pains, she sang to herself a song. A song that was sang to her by a bird when she was young. I never did my life quite right, did I? she finally asked him and she looked deep into his eyes. She saw eternity and the whole universe, stories of love, freedom, equality, justice, hopes and dreams, desires, strengths, she saw it all in his eyes, and she saw, Death itself.
I am not here to judge, He said. He stretched out his hands and offered her to take it. She tilted her head, a hand on her hips and the other tapping her lips and pretended to give it a playful thought. She laughed and he blushed. She took his hands gently and held it close to her body. He close his eyes and silently prayed. Then a gorgeous black wings outstretched behind his back. She pondered for a while and asked him quizzically, Angels supposed to have white wings, do they not? He chuckled and stared at her lovingly and he told her, Believes were never quite facts.
He held her close to him. He could feel her heart beating more slowly. She hugged him tightly and laid her cheek on his shoulders and she touched the feathers lightly. His mighty wings flaps gently and then faster with more speed, gusting the sands below their feet. They flew to the sky and they flew together into the unknown. She closed her eyes tightly and she took her final breathe.
