It was In The Cards

He could not believe it. No matter how many times he shuffled the cards, and drew the last card in the reading, it always came out the same. The poor man broke out into a cold sweat, and finally accepted his fate....

Evil Waits..

The blackened, radioactive ruins that littered this once mighty world were now a graveyard. A testament to the arrogance and folly of this world's people. Buried in the ruins though, was an evil that had an eternity to wait and be discovered yet again...

Dawn Approaches

The sun broke over the horizon and bathed the blackened, charred ruins of the city in the light of a new day. Just 3 days prior, this city was a thriving hub of civilization, a tech metropolis, a great city that rose above the land. Death came instantly in a maelstrom of fire. When the bombs fell, the inhabitants did not even have time to scream....

Mute Testament

        The portal stood out, a bright blue light among a ruined landscape, ravaged and destroyed by war, a mute testament to the conflict and death that the former masters of the land had wrought upon themselves. The once mighty city, now a desolate shell and tomb for an untold number of former inhabitants whose skeletons lie trapped within it. At night the ruins gave off a soft radioactive glow that could be seen for miles.
         The traveler gazed upon this landscape and sighed heavily. Once again, he stepped through the portal, ready for whatever unknown world awaited him on the other side.

Alignment

Looking up into the sky, I watched in horror and amazement as the planet slowly came up into view, and blocked out the sun. The sun, bringer of life and light, was gone. Our glorious ages of light was replaced by a new age of darkness....

Truth in death

As her hand lightly brushed across the worn gravestone, feeling its surface, she read the worn, mossy surface of its face. She finally realized the truth; she was dead, and had been all this time...

Tea.

The fat man sat down at the teashop, pushing the seat out to adjust his bulk as he sat down at the tiny, white table. Smelly and sweaty he was, and dressed in a plaid
green suit, he shouted loudly for service at any poor waiter who had the unfortunate dilema of getting within his vision. "What a rude, disgusting bulk of a man, they thought."
Needless to say they gave him good service. "Earl Grey!!" The man shouted. "Heavy cream and lots of sugar!!" He continued, cutting the waitress who served him off as she attempted to speak. The man then took out five one dollar bills and placed them on the table. "Every time you do not do what I ask, I will take away one of these, He then told her."

Three minutes went by, and the waitress came to the man's table. "Here is your tea, sir." she said. "Earl Grey, lots of cream and lots of sugar." The man grunted, almost not even acknowledging her. Shortly thereafter, The waitress returned with another cup of Earl Grey,
with lots of cream and sugar. Instead of gulping this cup down, like the man did with the last cup,
The fat man instead pondered it, almost as if it was some kind of jewel. The fat man then brought
The cup to his lips, and took a surprisingly dainty sip.

The tea went down into his gullet, and then proceeded to burn his insides out like liquid fire. The fat man thrashed about, wailing in agony as the tea burned him inside out slowly. Amazingly enough, though, the other patrons of the tea establishment just went about their business, almost as if the man was ordering another cup of tea, instead of thrashing about on the ground, screaming and making so much noise like he was. “HELP ME!!!! HELP ME!!!!” “IT BURNS!!!” “AHH!!!!!!” The man lay thrashing on the ground, screaming in mortal agony.

The fat man’s agony did not last very much longer, for soon after that spectacle, witch brought no Samaritans, the man stopped moving, and then slowly proceeded to shrivel up and turn black, like charcoal. In a matter of ten to twenty minutes, than man, save for his clothing, was a blackened hulk, almost resembling a fat man, yet in a way it didn’t.

Three tea Barista’s came out from behind the counter, picked up the significantly lighter body, and hauled it into the back of the tea shop. They then removed the dead man’s clothes, and then proceeded to break his body up into chunks, and grind the chunks down into fine powder. They then proceeded to dump the powder into little tea packets, and also put some of the powder into glass sugar shakers. A waitress also came out to where the fat man sat, adjusted the table and chair he was at, and cleaned up the mess that was left by his thrashing about, and the burnt spot on the floor where his body lay. A waitress came out soon after, and placed the glass dispensers among the condiments witch sat at each table of the Tea Shop.

The patrons of the Tea shop then took the dispensers witch contained the fat man’s ashes, and then dumped them into their tea, like sugar, and proceeded to go about their business. Occasionally, you could hear one now and then comment on how good the tea was.

-The End

Angel.

I imagine her as an Angel, walking in an abandoned graveyard, on a crisp, clear October night, bathed in light from a full moon overhead, surrounded by a foggy mist that almost glows. The look on her face is of eternal sadness and despair. She is crying in silence, forever locked in whatever went on in her life that made her so. She wails in sorrow, knowing a sadness and despair that I can only imagine in my worst nightmares.

Her gown is gray, like the foggy mist that she is enveloped in. Her wings are black. I see her, looking at everything and seeing nothing. Walking amongst the gravestones of that long abandoned graveyard, I watch as she moves along silently. I cannot help but wonder what happened to make her this way, to lock her in such sadness forever? Did she lose someone close to her? Husband? Child? Did she commit suicide? Did she die an untimely death, a life full of hopes and dreams now forever sought after in vain?

All these questions will forever remain unanswered.

She drifts silently in the long abandoned graveyard. Eternally sad.