Dead Love

by Charles OConnor   Jul 1, 2006


He walked squeamishly through the mausoleum of echoing death. Horrid screams traveled out of the many dark rooms he passed, combining into one ungodly groan that traveled into the valley of death. He continually prayed to the stars that decorated the night time sky as he finally reached her room, for this soul to be spared.

Her body lied on the sacrificial coffin of which eternity makes its decision, like a judge in a court room. Many tears slid down the eyes of the ones that surrounded her praying, "Our father who art in heaven..." Screams of pain, symbolizing the spirits attempt to move through the mortal realm to the valley where the dead forever walk, continued traveling out of her quivering and pale lips, as if she were attempting to make a bargain, but the eater of life still paid her a visit.

Her send off to the unknown, via a pine box, took place during the sun's rising. A strange paradox if you will, for this was the end of her life but the birth of a new day. He couldn't stand seeing her earthly vessel lowered forever into the unknown darkness and left early with a broken heart which clung to the children's adage, "Out of sight, Out of mind".

Though the dead still trample about the earth, we humans lack the power to see into different realms. But he did and has on many occasions, through dreams. Whenever he slept, like all, his soul would escape the claustrophobic confines of the human body and travel into realms, spheres and other places of beauty. It was in one realm, which he called the garden, that his love returns to when the mortal awareness ceases with the suns lowering. She would call to him amongst rose bushes and waterfalls with outstretched arms, saying, "I love you".

He couldn't shake this nightly picturesque scene and it made his heart bleed. So one night he did the impossible, he touched his dream and the next morning he was found dead.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Charles OConnor

    My email is chazoshark@yahoo.com, I will keep in touch with my progress. If it were not for people like you, god wouldn't create authors, thank you so much for your nice comments.

    My anthology, release date still unknown since I'm conjuring up stories, is called "VOICES OF MIDNIGHT AND OTHER UTTERINGS"- its a horror/ sci-fi anthology.

    take care and keep developing your talent as well, your stuff shows promise.

    Charles.

  • 18 years ago

    by Charles OConnor

    My email is chazoshark@yahoo.com, I will keep in touch with my progress. If it were not for people like you, god wouldn't create authors, thank you so much for your nice comments.

    My anthology, release date still unknown since I'm conjuring up stories, is called "VOICES OF MIDNIGHT AND OTHER UTTERINGS"- its a horror/ sci-fi anthology.

    take care and keep developing your talent as well, your stuff shows promise.

    Charles.

  • 18 years ago

    by Natalie

    I like your work. I will have to keep watch in case you have a book one day. Keep it up.