FC: The Undying Ember Kayla A. Scott
1: The Undying Ember | Kayla A Scott
3: I never thought that life could be so cold. That it could shut you out without even the slightest hesitation. The way it gives you the cold shoulder, like you don't even exist. Its strange how people promise you things; say "I'll always be there for you" or "You are my everything", but these things quickly diminish once they leave you in the dark, all alone. All alone waiting for that one person to tell lay you down and hold you in their arms, to tell you everything will be alright. But, they won't, and they never will. For, humans are a vain race. They're cruel creatures who care nothing for anyone other than themselves. Worthless promises are given to shut the people they have absolutely no care for up. How do they do this? They have no hearts, of course. That beat you hear is the banging of a steel hammer as it hurls itself from it's small decrepit burrow in it's owners heart towards a new victim. | “Are you sure we’re almost there?” asked the dark girl in the passenger seat. She grasped on to the door handle tightly, her knuckles turning white from pressure. “You said two days tops. Are we lost?” The open window revealed the approaching storm. Merciless wind smacked her copper curls across her foxlike face. Her eyes darted from the locked door to the dark form of the driver. You could hear the wind gaining speed as the storm came nearer to the already speeding car. She observed her surroundings: nothing but the trees of an abandoned road two days from the closest town of Gatlin. Her heart began to race as the car began to slow to a stop. The dark diver set the car in park at the side of the cracked road and shut the car off.
4: One unlucky, unsuspecting victim. A robot is what they are, that soft skin is only a figment of your imagination. Those lips are its Venus Fly Trap, forever do they lock you in, until the very second you dissolve in to vapor, a soul roaming forever in to valley of the forgotten. Nobody loved you, and they never will. This has gotten me through. I have faced the facts. I am dead.And the only one in the world I trusted, my one true love, killed me.
5: First Encounter "I'll be leaving in a bit, 'kay, Mom?" I walk to her bedside and peck her porclein cheek. Her skin so pale, snow would land on it and blend.