"The Last Snowball"
January 28, 2016 at 12:17 am
(This post was last modified: January 28, 2016 at 12:18 am by Reforged.)
So this is an excerpt of a book I'm currently writing. Its in the draft stages. Read, enjoy, discuss.
Charles stumbled along the faintly illuminated streets haphazardly, his loafers barely gripping on the ice. He lurched toward a traffic sign to steady himself and caught his breath. Through thick snow he scanned his gothic surroundings. "Welcome to Russia, bitch." they seemed to say. The scent of Jack Daniels greeted his own nostrils as he burst into a coughing fit. This, he decided, had been a terrible idea. The e-mail had had only three pieces of information. The subject line said "I'm sorry", the contents bore only an address and the e-mail was... hers. Even if the first two had not caught his attention the third definitely did. Ten years. Ten years it had been since they had last spoken. But like an obedient pet he had responded. He had traveled to the other side of the world; Siberia, to do so. To attend a meet, a meet she had not shown to. Charles grabbed for his hip flask to chase away the cold. "Still haven't kicked the habit I see." That voice. Like a chime resonating in the night air, cutting through the chill. Charles didn't express surprise, he didn't even turn around. He simply chanted the words he had carefully rehearsed in his head for this precise moment; "Fuck you Jane. What do you want." The sound of delicate footsteps in the crisp snow greeted his ears until they were right behind him. "I want to make up for what I did to you... I love you. I'm sorry, for everything. I want to spend my life with you." Charles heart quickened to words he had never dared dream he would hear. Words that could melt the thickest ice. He wasn't convinced. "You say that now? After what you did?" Her hand gripped his shoulder gently. "I know. I know and I can't make up for it but please... let me try. I don't want to be anywhere else but in your arms" A single tear drop traced a scar on Charles cheek and fell to the glistening white below. "I... love you too Jane... I always wi-" Charles words were cut off by a needle penetrating his jugular and cold laughter. When Charles came to he was handcuffed to a cheap bed, lying ontop of a dirty mattress in a derelict building. A familiar pain greeted him, he didn't even need to check to know what the damage was. "Oh for fu- AGAIN!?" He searched frantically hoping he would be proven wrong but he knew the score. Charles only remaining testicle was gone forever.
Charles stumbled along the faintly illuminated streets haphazardly, his loafers barely gripping on the ice. He lurched toward a traffic sign to steady himself and caught his breath. Through thick snow he scanned his gothic surroundings. "Welcome to Russia, bitch." they seemed to say. The scent of Jack Daniels greeted his own nostrils as he burst into a coughing fit. This, he decided, had been a terrible idea. The e-mail had had only three pieces of information. The subject line said "I'm sorry", the contents bore only an address and the e-mail was... hers. Even if the first two had not caught his attention the third definitely did. Ten years. Ten years it had been since they had last spoken. But like an obedient pet he had responded. He had traveled to the other side of the world; Siberia, to do so. To attend a meet, a meet she had not shown to. Charles grabbed for his hip flask to chase away the cold. "Still haven't kicked the habit I see." That voice. Like a chime resonating in the night air, cutting through the chill. Charles didn't express surprise, he didn't even turn around. He simply chanted the words he had carefully rehearsed in his head for this precise moment; "Fuck you Jane. What do you want." The sound of delicate footsteps in the crisp snow greeted his ears until they were right behind him. "I want to make up for what I did to you... I love you. I'm sorry, for everything. I want to spend my life with you." Charles heart quickened to words he had never dared dream he would hear. Words that could melt the thickest ice. He wasn't convinced. "You say that now? After what you did?" Her hand gripped his shoulder gently. "I know. I know and I can't make up for it but please... let me try. I don't want to be anywhere else but in your arms" A single tear drop traced a scar on Charles cheek and fell to the glistening white below. "I... love you too Jane... I always wi-" Charles words were cut off by a needle penetrating his jugular and cold laughter. When Charles came to he was handcuffed to a cheap bed, lying ontop of a dirty mattress in a derelict building. A familiar pain greeted him, he didn't even need to check to know what the damage was. "Oh for fu- AGAIN!?" He searched frantically hoping he would be proven wrong but he knew the score. Charles only remaining testicle was gone forever.
"That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die."
- Abdul Alhazred.
- Abdul Alhazred.
