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He hit his head lightly with his free palm. The creature pulled at the thick sweater she wore, its hood up and shielding her face from the setting Sun. “What the hell are you even doing here? How is the Sun not affecting you?” The vampire opened her mouth and uttered a single word: “No.” So serious she looked that Alyosha blinked, confused. “Aren’t you going to attack me?” He looked him. He took a step back, though he didn’t lower his guard one bit his katana remained pointed towards the creature. When the vampire didn’t say anything but stared at him, seemingly harmlessly, for a whole minute, Alyosha was taken aback. “I was just going to hunt for you – I didn’t realise you would come to me yourself! What a treat this is!” Swift as he was trained to be – which was blind to the human eye, really – he unsheathed his silver coated katana and placed the tip under the figure’s chin. In fact, he didn’t even get to move five steps, before a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. But, as all stories go, that was not to be. I wish I could tell you he ultimately reached his destination uninterrupted. “Now or never – do or die.” And with such determination, Alyosha began walking forward. “Well, it’s now or never, sir,” he muttered to himself. ‘ Yes, I think so.’ He frowned briefly, “Unless this is a trap…”Īlyosha studied the map some more, before closing it and putting it back into his pocket. He spread it open like a newspaper and studied one particular spot closely. He reached into his thick raincoat and retrieved a folded map. “Now then… where was I heading? Oh yes, the map – how could I forget that?” “Well, that could’ve gone on for eternity,” he mumbled to himself. When the group reached the other side, they parted ways. Heaving his backpack further up his shoulders, he joined the other pedestrians as the vehicles skidded to a stop and they crossed the road. When it did, Alyosha could hear sighs of relief around him, including his own. It took another five minutes for the red light to come on. No wonder, since this area was easy to get jammed at this time of day. Vehicles kept speeding past him in all four directions, preventing him and the rest of the pedestrians around him from hoping to cross the road any time soon. He looked first to his left, then to his right. Posted on SeptemCategories Poetry Tags 2020, blog, corona virus, family, panic, poem, Poetry, Writing Leave a comment on An Ode to 2020 The Disappearing CodexĪlyosha Markov, 20, stood at the crossroads of a junction in the thick of traffic, a camping backpack on his shoulders. What a shock when the pandemic spilt over into it,īut by then, people seemed to have got used to a homely life. With everybody hoping for a safer world in the brand new year, “But for the virus, I could be out in a mall now,” they said,Īn excuse to not fulfil people’s promises, Parents had more time to spend with their children,Ĭhildren could really understand their parents,įor even the most homely went mad wanted to go outside. Though, I couldn’t say it was all for the worse: So you could have an excuse not to fulfil people’s promises! Posted on OctoCategories Poetry Tags friends, love, poem, Poetry, relationship, romance Leave a comment on A Wisp of Smoke TearsĪ teensy thing that spread havoc through every country! I remember when you used to joke with me, My heart breaks every time I think of you. Posted on OctoCategories Short Stories Tags fantasy, fighting, flash fiction, magic, magician, short story, spells, story, witch Leave a comment on The Ultimate Sacrifice A Wisp of Smoke Her spell hit the target, but she was the one who made the ultimate sacrifice, for the target lived and she died. She fell from a great height in the sky, spiralling down and down… now, faster and faster… She gasped, her spell gone haywire, but unforgotten. All she had to do was release it on the enemy.īarely had the spell been released than a great ball of metallic energy hit her in the side. ‘ This is going to be my last spell,’ she thought. A band of yellow magic materialised between her palms. The girl spread her arms, murmuring an incantation. It didn’t even matter that she had a boyfriend who couldn’t live without her. It didn’t matter that she wanted to do a lot of things in her life. It didn’t matter that she had a lot to see in her life. It didn’t matter that she was just a child. She swirled with the winds around her, her eyes fixed on the cobra in the front that threatened the lives of her people. The girl was barely twenty, in the prime of her life. Posted on NovemCategories Poetry Tags death, family, grandmother, love, poem, Poetry Leave a comment on Taken The Ultimate Sacrifice They were mourning her death, she could see
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