very short story – Page 6 – Kris Charles

Wish

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As a child we wish upon stars
Told wishes can come true
As adults we just hold scars
And wishing on stars we outgrew
I no longer wish upon the stars
I work to make my wishes come true
With pride I wear all of my scars
But making wishes I never outgrew
I just became my own star
And work hard to make wishes come true

Love

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Fall from Grace
I felt the Sulphur pour
My golden halo burned
My soul no longer shined
I fell to temptation
I let them in to my heart
I let them into my soul
My halo shined again
I wasn’t just another fallen soul
I let myself believe
Believe I could be whole again

Touch

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They walked to the rose.
An endless black.
With shinning stars.
Drawn into the beauty.
They reached out a hand to touch.
To be stopped.
‘Never touch!’ Was the warning.
Alone once more.
They reached out.
Brushed a petal.
They were no more.
A new star joined the darkness.

Summer

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Iowa had a sense of being stuck in the past.
The summer was the best example.
Lounging in truck beds.
Parties in the fields.
Skinny dipping in the lakes.
All after working the fields.
Iowans work hard, play hard.
Sometimes being stuck in the past makes the best summers.

Count

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She came in every two weeks.
Like clockwork.
Got a tattoo on her wrist.
A small dot.
Counting something.
One day she was outside at close.
She smiled at the artist.
They followed her.
They have never been seen again.
She appeared at a new artist to continue the count.

Dream

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Her father’s voice played in her ear.
Telling her to fight.
Never give up.
She pushed through.
She has no choice.
All on the line.
Quit the day job.
All her savings into her passion.
She fought her nightmares.
For she would succeed.
For her soul was put into her dream.

Birthright

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Her hand wrapped around the hilt.
Her breathe taken as power flowed.
This sword had been blooded.
She was dead on her feet.
The battle for her birthright raged.
She used the last of her strength.
She swung.
A villain stood still.
Until his head fell upon the ground.

The Last Ride

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The soul looked at the boat.
The being there smirked.
So many wondered the shores.
The cold harsh voice spoke. “Pay for your ride.”
The soul held out a hand, upon the palm a Obol.
Kharon took the coin.
Waved his staff.
It was time for this soul to have their last ride.

Changed

My wings once golden.
I gave the kiss of life.
Freedom was not mine.
Before the Fall.
Before Temptation.
I broke the chain holding me.
My wings now black.
My eyes now white.
SHE now gave life.
For now I took life.
For I am now…
DEATH.
In the end, I will reap even HER.

Sin

If there was a sin the man in the sky blue shirt embodied, it was Sloth.
The man would come each day.
Sit all day.
Demanding his table cleaned.
Demanding more food.
Gluttony took a back seat to Sloth.
Lazy was kind.
Never helped himself.
As he sat & ate himself to death.