Vengeance..

The lightning streaked through the clouds like a fiery bolt and illuminated her face. Her very sight took my breath away; her skin so pale and delicate like the petals of an innocent flower that had bloomed in a storm. But she was no innocent and his arms wrapped around her beautiful body filled me with a rage so uncontrollable and destructive that I plunged the knife into his heart.

Blood gushed through the open wound and stained her pale body red. I smiled to myself knowing the pages had finally turned and now she will be forever mine.

Written as part of the Five Sentence Fiction prompt.

Word Prompt: Pages

This 100 word fiction is also written for Friday Fictioneers.

A Shard of Glass...

As the window shattered and disintegrated into a thousand pieces, I came alive. Glistening in the sunlight, scattering its rays to infinity and beyond, I realised for the first time what it was like to breathe, to feel the light on your face, to touch the cool breeze caressing your jagged ends.

There I lay amidst my siblings, all so bizarrely alike in our differences when we heard a sudden shrill cry followed by a cacophony of diverse notes that felt musical to my ears. I smiled to myself. Oh!! The joy of being alive!! Of letting it sweep you away with its temptations!!!

And then she arrived!! The large brown demoness, spiteful in her fury, glowering down from above and consuming all the light in her rage. Darkness enveloped us all and we lay cowering in our fears. She swung her enormous arms about herself and swooped down from above, clutching her long slender weapon, swinging it again and again in her wrath until I was flung to a pitch black corner while she gathered my siblings in her arms, tearing me apart from my family forever.

In this remote darkness I lay for days, mourning my loss, watching her shadow move about. Fear and gloom consumed my days and I craved to feel the sun rays, the stale breadth intensifying my need to sigh with the cool breeze. I felt closer to death, urging its dark cocoon to enclose me in its folds when I felt the touch of cool moonlight. For a moment I felt like I was in a dream; there lay my siblings adorned artistically around a red sheath which the demoness had proudly placed over by her lair’s entrance. They shone with joy, cheerily scattering the pale moonlight, alive and well cared for.

Anger flared within my depths, a rage of unrealistic proportions, consuming me from within like the darkness that had nurtured me for so long. Neglect, loneliness and loss heaving and crashing like the waves of the stormy ocean around my being until all I sought was vengeance. Patience became my friend, rage my ally. I could no longer watch my siblings glittering with joy in the sunlight. Patiently I waited, willing her to materialise in person, my awareness constantly following her shadow.

And at long last she came, unsuspecting and unwary she drifted into my corner. She loomed over me, large and majestic, as slowly she lowered her foot over my very body. Red blood came gushing out and her shrill cries filled the air. The scent of sweet blood filled my nostrils, joy flowed through my soul. And as she picked me up and threw me out into the bright sunshine, drenched in her blood I shattered into a million glittering pieces, finally finding peace.