Infernal Love

I was standing on a street corner in a city, but it was unlike any city I could have ever imagined. The moon was black and the sky was ruby-red. The air stank. It adhered to the inside of my nostrils. I can’t breathe properly. The trees were twisted, deformed with horrible faces imprinted in the pestiferous bark. All of the grass as well as the foliage in the trees were not the expected green but instead sickly off-yellow. The fountain gushed blood. I looked down and saw the sidewalk flecked with bone fragments and teeth. A man walked beside me carrying a severed head on a stick. Fear and partial insanity compelled me to run but all I could do was to stare. My body was limp.

“I can’t believe this. It’s not real, right?” I was starting to panic.

“Oh come on, stop fooling yourself.” the severed head smiled at me.

“Oh my god, this is not real. This is not real. I’m dreaming.” My tears were insistent.

“I’m sorry but you’re damned like me.”

By now, it was occurring to me that myths, legends, angels and demons are true. Shit.

“You know what, you’ll enjoy it here someday.”

“No, I won’t. I wanna go back.” I looked around. There was a green-faced demon boy who sat on the field grinning at me. He was holding something that looked like a girl’s hand. Yes, oh my god. It was a girl’s hand. He was gnawing ravenously on it like a fried chicken. It had been consumed to the bone.

He smirked at me, “you can’t go back, dear. This is your home now.”

I walked ahead of him. I thought of calling out my father but I knew it would be nonsense. No one could hear me from the living world. I chose this. I’m in hell. I’m doomed.

“Errrmm, hey wait, I’m just curious. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here? I mean, in your time, you should know about this place, right? Christians are scattered everywhere preaching about heaven and hell, angels and demons, stuff like that.”

“I didn’t believe in God, nor in the Devil but I knew that suicide was universally considered a sin, a grievous sin. I never listened to them. Now, I’m here to find him.”

I left the man with his severed head and continued walking. I passed by a brick church with inverted cross hanging on the altar. I had no idea where to find him. All I had found instead was more horror, more exploitation, sadism, cruelty and death.

Hell is a city. It stretches without end. Like any other cities, there are people living in this city. Oh crap, not living, they’re dying. They live, die and live again. They kill each other. Here, everyone is dead yet everyone lives forever.

It was mortifying. I looked away. I couldn’t witness any more of this but then, I still need to find him.

“What are you doing here?”

The voice paralyzed me. I hadn’t heard it in so long but I recognized it at once. I prepared myself for some new vision of disgust and degradation but what I actually saw was worse than I could have imagined. The face of my most beloved man turned to look at me. His arms and legs had been removed. His head lolled on the floor. I turned away. I couldn’t bear it.

“Damn it, Samantha! What the hell are you doing here?!” His voice was filled with anger, anguish, and spite.

“I’m here for you!” I still can’t look at him.

“What do you think you’re doing?! Huh?! Damn it, damn it!” he tried to project his rage but it never got out. He was so weak.

“You killed yourself? To find me here? Now that you did, can you look at me? Can you bear this pain? Fuck it. I sacrificed myself for you. I want you to…”

“I can’t live without you! You’re a part of me. I’m a part of you. We promised to be together forever, didn’t we? You shouldn’t have let yourself killed! You shouldn’t have saved me! I should have died with you! It was my fault why you’re suffering here.” I sobbed.

“But baby, you don’t understand. I saved you simply because I want you to live.”

The memory of his death began to hunt me again. It was raining hard. I can’t see clearly. Everything was vague. We were drenched in water and were feeling so cold and sick. We were running so fast. The smell of gas, dust and smoke was choking me. The street sounds were deafening but my mind was still intact. I knew we were running for life. He held my hand so tightly. I felt safe yet death was lurking behind us. Death had stolen him. He took the bullet that should have been mine.

“I love you.” It was indeed useless. Love doesn’t exist in this place. The clock towers have no hands. Time is not measured here in hours but in anguish and hopelessness.

“This is how I will spend eternity. I’m condemned to hell because of my own fault. I didn’t believe in God. Please don’t waste your chance to live again. I can’t be with you all the time. You must start living your own life without me. There are things that we can never change.”

“But,” I held my breath.

“Listen to me. If you really love me, then you wouldn’t let yourself do the same mistake I had. Heaven and hell do exist. It’s my destiny and it’s no fun being here. It would hurt more to see you here with me. Samantha, please, go back. You’re not yet dead. Hold on. Please, hold on…” his eyes beseeched me.

More uselessness, I knelt down and sobbed. My fingers touched his face so gently for the last time. This was the face I used to kiss, the face I fell in love with, the face of the man whom I will love forever. I stood up and turned one last time to him. He was smiling. I stood beside the cliff that separates Heaven from Hell. There was radiant light on the other side and I could see Earth on the bottom of the cliff.

“I love you, Samantha.” and that’s when I jumped out of hell.

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this is my story. my infernal love story. lol. joke.

I wrote this story for my Creative Writing subject :)

The Peephole

The kitchen was beginning to please her. Ella stood back from the sink for a moment and took a look around. As soon as she got it clean, it would be a great kitchen; a shiny, wooden dining table, plenty of counter space bathed in light from the glass window over the sink, shimmering white tiles, enough cupboards for her food. It was the largest room in the house and obviously intended to be the focal point of life there.

She opened the door to the woodshed. It was chilly yet comforting. She found a pile of split oak and poplar. Someone had done a pretty good job for weather like this. There was a sharp axe in the woodshed should she need some more kindling. She brought some woods to the stove, made herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table to consider what still remained unfinished. The bathroom was clean, the living room too and now, the kitchen was done. That left the bedrooms and if she bothered, the attic.

The house, according to the agent was over a hundred years old. The beams had shown. They were massive yet made lovely out of some expensive dark wood that lasts for ages. The living room was spacious enough. There were comfortable ornate couches, a hearth made of red bricks, a glass table with a vase filled with freshly picked red roses and a crystal chandelier that enlivened the first room of the antique house. Ella was satisfied. It was her dream house – a vintage bungalow-style home.

From the living room, there was a hallway leading to the 3 bedrooms. It was spooky walking in there since she hadn’t bought fluorescent lights yet. What added to the spooky feeling was its vaguely musty smell that was present nowhere else in the house. It wasn’t terribly comfortable. One by one she carried the creaky chairs outside and beat the dust out of the cushions. In a way, she was beginning to have a sense that this was really hers, now that she had rescued it from its patina of dust and grime. In three days, she’d receive her salary and finally be able to pay the remaining half of the house’s cost. The agent had to agree to let her live there for two days to make sure if she really wanted to buy it and live there for the rest of her life.

Now, it was time to visit the attic. She started up the stairs and opened the door. It creaked, naturally, but seemed safe enough. The place was a mess. Few hangers were scattered around the sandy floor. There were an old mattress with nauseating particles creeping on top of it, a heavy old dresser with most of its drawers missing and unexpectedly enough, a second door. She pulled the doorknob. It was locked. She groped for the keys in her pocket then tried them all to open the door. Nothing happened. It was still locked. The agent hadn’t given her the key for this door. Anyway, maybe there was nothing important inside. Maybe it was just a storage room or a panic room? A panic room with a swollen, dilapidated door? Yeah, right. Before turning her back, she noticed a peephole. What are you going to do with a peephole? She looked through it. Nothing. She saw nothing but red. The color red. Bloody red.

“Madam, just a random question. Do you believe in ghosts?” She remembered the agent had asked her the first time she saw the house.

“Nope. I don’t. If you’re telling me that this house is being haunted by ghosts, well I tell you, I’d buy this as soon as possible.” She snickered at the dire face of the agent.

“That’s good to hear, madam. Well anyway, I just heard that the last owner of the house stabbed her eyes to death.”

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OMG. I'm having goose bumps while finishing this story.. Grr.. How would I sleep with the lights off now? O.o

Gone

The smell of sweet rose is what I miss. Your pink cheeks and red lips, now, I do not see. The smooth waves of your hair like silk are gone. The glow from your brown eyes turned dull. I see much face, few that I know. White and black, no pink and red, save the red rose on your bed. You are my all but you left me in woe. I oft cry at night to see you sleep and now that you are, my tears won’t stop. Can’t breathe, I drown in grief. Wait for me in the crypt.

The Shadow Silhouette (ID)

Drowning myself in solitary, I sat on the farthest chair on the last row. I opened my notebook and reviewed the lessons for the class later. It was freezing cold. The air-conditioner clamored blatantly while exhaling a chilly sensation that traveled up my spine. I couldn’t read properly. The lights flickered off and on, joining the noise of the aircon as if they were emceeing an obstreperous discotheque. I couldn’t fix my attention on the notes so I turned on my cell phone and played a song. Looking at the ceiling, my eyes hurt. I hated it! I stood up and switched off the stupid lights and then it was dark. The only faint light lingering in the room was from the window covered with cream-colored Venetian blinds. Sluggishly, I trod back to my chair. I was falling into the brink of unconsciousness when someone had tapped me on my right shoulder. Surprisingly, there was no someone except for a lizard crawling limp on the floor. What the hell had happened? A lizard fell from the wall? Weird.

As my eyes followed the flaccid lizard crawl back on the wall, I didn’t notice the guy standing beside me. I was taken aback but there was one insistent dimple to the right of his smile which made me lean against the wall. Weakness began in my ankles, crawling towards my heart. My heart?! Psshh.. I wasn’t one of those corny people who believe in love at first sight. I knew this wasn’t love. It was just his eyes, so deep that it was startling. I could slip by looking into those eyes.

“Hey, are you okay?” he broke the deafening silence. His eyes were wide yet full of salaciousness.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I was just surprised. I didn’t notice you entering the room.” I looked away from his face.

“Actually, I knocked but apparently, you didn’t hear. Is there a problem? You have been standing there for minutes. What are you looking at?” and now he was trying to start a conversation. OMG.

“Ahmm.. Nothing. I just woke up.” I smiled timidly, “maybe I should go now. I have a class.” the glow of his face faded away as I turned back, got my things and left the room. Ugghh.. Epic fail.

A desperate afterthought, I dropped my ID. Damn. Loser.

The Mouse

I opened my laptop to check my mails. I was pissed off. My mouse wasn’t working! I couldn’t move the cursor. Because I hadn’t had enough patience left on me, I threw the mouse as far as it could go. Craaaack! It fell at the corner of the wall beside the door and guess what, it didn’t crack into pieces! I picked it up and saw that it was still in its usual shape. Then I tried to plug it in the USB port. Shocked yet happy, the mouse worked! Oh yeah! XD

Well, maybe sometimes I need to hurt something or someone for it/him/her to work properly AGAIN. LOL. XP

The Shadow Silhouette (Intro)

I was lying on the edge of my bed. I stared at my window as I waited for the sun to dawn. I felt the coolness of the morning breeze. I pulled my blanket and wrapped it around my warm body. Suddenly from the glass window, a strange shadow strikingly silhouetted against the setting sun. My heart jumped as if someone has stabbed me from my back. I forgot that you waited for me outside since yesterday until today. I didn't dare to get out. I hadn't had enough courage to speak. I got up from bed and ignored your presence.

Someone told me that I’m her very special friend then I asked her how she defines me as special? This is her reply:

As special as the picturesque rainbow in the modest sky,

As majestic as white light sparks into multi-colored ray,

As special as the splendid setting sun in Manila bay,

Shimmering beauty over the gently waving sea…

— Nov. 22, 2010 8:00 pm