#writing – Kris Charles

Furrow

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A deep furrow had formed in the rock, where water has run over it.

The water now long dried.

A being was hiking these mountains.

They ran a hand on the sharp edges & walked into the opening.

Their eyes lit up.

A perfect spot.

They grabbed their bag.

Time to set up camp.

Song

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He was stationed in Norway.

He stopped as music pulsed through his soul.

He turned.

Intrigued.

The improvised concert brought back memories.

Dedicated to the loss of brothers in arms.

A song that resonated with him as he closed his eyes.

He stood listening to the joiker.

Search

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I hired a Resurrectionist.

Forbidden Research.

Hunt for immortality.

Taste the success.

This rot within me would not win.

The bodies held the key.

I bathed in the blood.

The search for the ‘soul.’

As I did not have one.

For I could not die.

This rot would not damn me.

Surge

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I looked down at the faces.

A surge of emotions.

How could anybody hurt these people?

Innocent.

Just trying to live their lives.

Anger welled up.

I swore I would hunt this monster.

I turned to my name.

I am told there are more.

I swear on my soul, they will get justice.

Empower

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We need to empower the voices that go unheard.

Shut down hate.

Hate of Skin.

Of Gender.

Of Orientation.

Of Abilities.

They silence their voices.

Attack when they fight.

We need to empower all voices.

Shut down Hate.

In a world full of Hate…

Be Kind.

Fight the Hate.

Reave

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Michael was the obedient one.

Her brother was not.

Samuel did what he could to reave heaven of power.

Michael fought him.

Defeated him.

Made him King of Hell.

Millenia later she would realize, Lucifer had been right.

To follow blindly had lead to her fall and damnation.

Pacify

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She felt nothing would pacify her soul.

She shuffled into the room, wrapping the worn out quilt tightly around her.

Shadows of the night still fading.

Her sleep crusted eyes twinkled in happiness when they zeroed in on the lone package under the tiny tree.

She had never, in her life, gotten a present.

What she did not know, the moment she opened the box, and gave her loyalty to the man who was raising her, she was signing her death.

She closed her eyes that night with a smile, holding on to the black teddy bear.

Her first ever gift, for her first true Christmas.

As she held that black teddy bear close to her chest, she sold her soul to an evil greater than the devil himself.

She just did not know it yet.

Revive

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My heart stopped.

Revive them!

Was the last I heard.

Then darkness.

A strong smell of sulpher.

A bright light.

Truth.

Lies.

Nothing hidden.

The lies all burnt away by hellfire.

It left my soul open to the truth.

I failed…

I arch my back.

Pain.

Life.

I learned.

BE KIND.

Condemn

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I stand silent.

As to speak would mean my own death.

I stand silent.

As the rivers run with the blood of the innocent.

I stand silent.

As my fellow women hang from the trees.

I stand silent.

As their screams ring out.

I stand silent.

As they drag them from their homes.

I stand silent.

As I face my own judgment.

I stand silent.

As they condemn me to death.

I didn’t stand silently.

As I faced my death.

I cursed them all.

I showed my truth.

I stood silent.

And now we are all condemned.

Nourish

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I read the label: Nourish the skin.

I snort.

No matter what I do my skin is dry.

A life time of sun had done its damage.
I sigh and put the lotion with SPF in the cart.

My alarm goes off.

‘Chemo Appt.’

I must go.

For I must be treated for the damaged the sun had given me.