Thursday, 25 October 2007
06:02:32 PM (GMT)
Who is the Angle of Death?
A young girl walked inside of an old worn down house, she looked about 16. Her
yellow eyes were wide with fear, but there was a hint of sorrow. Her skin was as pale
as the midnight moon. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders. She turned to a
man just barely in his 20’s. The man felt drawn to her, weather it was because of
her outstanding beauty or her sweet voice that sounded of a distant, lost soul, he
did not know. She spoke to him, so softly that the wind seemed to carry her voice.
“Relax,” she spoke, “Let your worries fade, and deepest secrets leave you.”
With her final words she placed her delicate hand on his chest. He felt a chill go
through his body. The young man knew that she was feeling his heartbeat, witch was
surprisingly slow. Then he realized that the young girl herself was slowing his
heartbeat. But yet, he didn’t try to move. Suddenly his whole life flashed before
his eyes. Everything, from the first day of Kindergarten to the day that he met the
most beautiful woman, a woman that he will never see again. For, the young girl
withdrew her hand and he fell to the floor.