Alyssa is an avid reader, writer, and coffee enthusiast. She loves sharing thoughts, ideas, and creative writings with the world.
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I've recently tried to branch out with my creative writing. With my favorite holiday around the corner, I wanted to write something somewhat spooky, but fun. This is my fifth short story for the year and while fictional writing doesn't come easily to me, I enjoy stretching my mind and working on those muscles.
This is a story that incorporates some of my favorites and it's meant to read as a sort of diary entry. I hope you enjoy it.
A story centuries old, a cautionary tale if you will.
And it's all been told before. But what they don't explain, whether intentional or out of innocent ignorance, is how it feels to stare into the devil's eyes for the first time. The world stands still, all secrets are revealed, and you're given an addicting sip of freedom. A choice is presented: red or blue? The difference here is that there is no good or evil, no monster to slay, no throne to lay your sword or life upon in the name of your favorite deity.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. We must back up, because you see, I loved all the stories: whimsy, fanatical, dark, brooding. But that's all they were, stories, no evidence to the contrary. Immortality lies within the pages, thought-provoking ideas that continue their relevance long after the author has turned to dust, characters who steal a piece of your heart, settings and plots that make you wish you could crawl right into the book and never return. Perhaps more dangerous are those captured by the world, revered and held sacred, but amaranthine nonetheless.
Safety wraps you in warmth as you explore uncharted lands and encounter alien life forms. Sparkling in the sun isn't so scary, but it's definitely intriguing. Legends explain natural phenomenon. A medieval castle rising up out of the mountains is certainly enticing, especially if a handsome prince awaits your arrival. And what of walking down Royal Street in New Orleans? Who wouldn't want to make the Brat Prince's acquaintance? Of course, we mustn't forget Bon Temps. Wouldn't it be easier if it was all out in the open?
But we all know that isn't the case. It's out, rising in popularity for a while before falling out of favor again. But the fact remains, it's all fiction.
Or is it?
It's simply too wild to believe, even now, as I sit here to write it all out. I wonder, does anyone even keep a diary anymore? A private place to store their innermost thoughts? Pen to paper, a record of life, a way to make sense of the world? Or is it thought, type, publish, forever living in the digital space?
But I digress. None of that is important. Nothing truly matters. What I used to believe has all been shattered. Now I'm left to make a new way. No need to worry, if there's anything I have, it's time.
It was just like any other day. My alarm went off, I debated on hitting snooze, decided against it, and slowly trudged my way to the kitchen. The coffee patiently awaited my arrival. An hour of yoga, a hot shower, and then I was off. There was no indication that anything was amiss. No sign that everything was going to change.
I suppose that's what everyone says at a turning point, isn't it? You can wrack your brain, analyzing every little detail, and still come up empty-handed. No answers. No reasons.
And in the grand scheme of things, is it even important? Isn't this what I've always wanted?
You see, there I was, standing barefoot in the grass in the middle of my yard, just like so many other warm summer evenings. The sun had just set, the sky was that beautiful dark bluish purple, not quite black yet. I blended in perfectly with my new dark camisole and shorts set. The moon was in my favorite phase, the crescent, and it was a sight to see with its royal glow, surrounded by sparkling stars. Finally the cicadas had ceased their incessant chatter and it was silence that kept my company.
I lost track of the time as I worked on my charts. Just as I was drawing in Ophiuchus, a slight breeze caused me to pause. Goosebumps rose on my arms and I had the distinct impression that I was being watched. I slowly turned my head, trying to find the source of the feeling, but all was as it always was. I rubbed my eyes and gazed at my watch. Midnight. Time to call it. I stood up to head back to the house and as I turned, I found myself staring into a set of the most brilliant emerald eyes.
My breath caught in my throat and I stumbled back. A hand suddenly held my elbow, steadying me on my feet. I couldn't look away from those eyes and my words were stuck between my teeth. I was completely frozen, but not out of fear. Strangely, a refreshing sense of calm washed over my body. A melodious sound played a series of images and words in my mind. Everything made sense: life, the stars, this moment.
All this can be yours.
And then the sharp, sweet, stinging kiss graced my neck.
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