After the world moved on, so did I, fleeing the agonized memories of the city for the regrowth beyond.

It was there, deep within the peace, far from the abbey where he’d been born, I found him anew, his wings as glorious as when he first burst free, shining color upon my world all over again.

~Emmi

Image by David Aguirre Hoffmann

And they are rejoined, this time for good!

I like to think the glare behind is water and too bright sunlight rather than snow, but maybe you see something different. What would your two line story be? :)

War stole years, not just from me, but from the land, from my city, from a boy who once shook the stained designs upon the floor with hearty laughs and sweet flutterings of lashes.

His voice no longer echoed in the abbey, in the alcoves of the windows where I’d sit with him; the glass has shattered from the raging storms, the pieces left in jagged shards within his grave.

~Emmi

Image by silentfield (on ArtStation)

And the nostalgia reigns as the POV grows up. But good stories never end there, for they need to have the ‘sweet’ in bittersweet to be truly remembered.

A tortured night, of thunder cracks and powder sparks, crawled through my city, destroying my innocence and wrecking our future.

He burst free from the abbey, an explosion, grand, yet terrifying, for no glass rained down, nothing but his dappled beauty, color for that infamous day.

~Emmi

Image by Daniel Kvasznicza

I thought it just perfect since the building itself does not seem to be wrecked, nor is there glass littering the ground, so I was able to make it far more supernatural an occurrence.

In the waning years of my youth, I’d had a choice: to leave him, allow his evil to spread, infecting the world with its pervasive stench while I fled to safety.

Or to stay – love him with all my being so I could both save him and yet still warn the world.

~Emmi

Image by Bo Zonneveld

Happy Halloween!

Even villains have people they love and those who love them in return. Otherwise, they’re far too easy to dehumanize and are far less fun to write.

What would your, possibly scary, two line story be? :)