I am so sorry; to have to tell you this. The baby seems fine, however there where complications with the birth, and your wife died; we just could not stop the bleeding. We did all we could, I am sorry. We tried our best.
The husband sat at he’s wife’s deathbed, and weep for what seemed like hours.” You know there are ways.” At first, the husband thought it was a voice in his head, until he felt the shadowy figure looming in the dark corner of the bedchamber. It almost just appeared as a black spot, some sort of hideous stain on the room’s atmosphere. Slowly it took on a more defining shape, and assaulted his senses. His eyes started to burn and tear, his nose was running, and the taste in his mouth, tasted as if he just licked a turd. The stench was so foul as to almost be un-bearable. His ears were buzzing, and he was frozen/ paralyzed, he just could not move.
When the metamorphism was completed, a man stepped from the shadow’s and lit a cigarette. Something washed over the husband and immediately he felt normal again. The man looked ordinary, maybe like a lawyer, and even had a briefcase with him, which he set on the bed, and snapped open. Let us get right down to business shall we? My client would like to enter into a business proposition with you, and I have taken the liberty of drawing up the paperwork. It is just the standard contract form. For…and in consideration of the soul, of firstborn child.. ( payable in one lump sum, exactly 20 years from the contract date.). blah, blah, blah, the party of the second part shall provide resurrection to the wife of the party of the first part.., this contract shall be binding, and un-revocable, blah, blah, blah, my client would also like you to know, that he has become aware ( by way of sources that shall remain discrete) that the soul in question is that of a ballerina, and throughout the course of this contract he shall provide all required to see her fulfill her dream. Further-more this contract must be executed forthwith or become null and void. So; if you would be so kind, as to sign the contract, I will be on my way. The man said your thumbprint in blood is required. Without realizing how, the husband saw his thumb was slit and bleeding.As soon as his thumb touched the paper, his senses where invaded again, with the same foulness as before. The man put the papers in his case and snapped it shut the husband, hear the man chuckle as he stepped back into the shadows, he lit another cigarette and then he was gone, along with the horrible stench and foulness. Only dread remained.
In a winter sky;
so cold and lonely
the ballerina twirls
She dances;
as she has before
but now in other worlds
To music;
she alone can hear
the movements are her own
dancing;
as the night falls
dancing all alone
'round and'round;
and 'round she twirls
her dancing never stops
She dances;
through eternity
in a pool of her tear drops
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Author:
willyweed (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this is just an intro to a story I wrote awhile back, I can't remember if the story invoked the poem or the other way around? the story harkens back to 1600 century czarist Russia. demons run amuck!
- Category: Fantasy
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liked both the story and the poem. Would love to read the rest of the story.
so glad you liked it, its a long story! I'll post another piece as time goes by. I enjoy the fantasy since reality pretty much sucks about now! anyway have a good day! Thank you. ww
Not a problem I will be on the lookout for it, yes seems to have a nice interesting plot so far. Have a nice Friday!
My friend,take a second look and correct some typos and I think that if your story takes place in Russia,then we are referring to Katarina or Ekaterina or Yekaterina.
I have some objections but looking forward to more of your craft....so I would get the whole picture.
Enjoy....
Inink Say's it all, absolutely brilliant!
Oh Thank you Daniel, I 'll dig up some more of this one. I hope your ready for The Grand Ballet!
Definitely, bring it on!!
Awesome, Awesome, Awesome. Love this write
I'll dig out some more of this! Dust off your tux, where going to the Grand Ballet!
Can't wait
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