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Yam42

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The younger man recovered his sight just in time to see the sword descend. A second later, his head rolled across the floor.
“Well!” the pale, disembodied head exclaimed as his body stooped down to collect it. “It was a bit underhanded, but I suppose you've won. I could continue to fight, but you've already put me terribly behind schedule.”
“So I'm free to go? That easily?” the man asked with his sword poised for another strike, a determined spark still in his eyes.
“For now," the pale man remarked. “Know that one day I WILL get you.”
The other man had already reached the door through which he had entered. He opened it, half-turned towards his adversary – the adversary of all men, and grinned. “Of course. We have another saying: 'there are only three unavoidable things in life: God, taxes, and death.' But for now, I'll live.” He turned and exited the room.
***
The woman sat in the hospital room clasping her comatose husband's hand. She started when she felt a slight squeeze. The man's eyes fluttered open as he turned his head toward his wife. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” he asked.
They both smiled as they looked into the light of a brand new day.

22-Mar-2012 16:03:01 - Last edited on 26-Mar-2012 14:18:40 by Yam42

Cozmic

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Congratulations!
For winning the End of Days Story Competition, your thread will remain stickied until the end of the next competition. If you'd like to have a different thread stickied for this period instead, post on the contest thread.
~Cozmic

01-Apr-2012 06:39:02

Areno3

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TRANQUILITY BY DELNAZ
He was in a whole new plane of existence. The verdure of the forest encompassed him with its towering maple, oak, and evergreen trees that overlooked the woodland expanse like a vigilant father over an oppressive son. The faint choruses of the birds rebounded off his eardrums, sending a blissful smile across his countenance.
The man continued his stroll through the wood, his eyes intently staring at the grass of the forest floor. It was dawn, and the dew upon the blades of grass glistened in the gold and mauve sunlight that cascaded through the trees, illuminating the vast array of flora in delicate hues. The damp swords of grass elongated outward, amounting to an end at the firm bark of an oak tree.
His eyes ventured skyward, toward the boughs of the woody perennial before him. Its branches were the arms of an adoring mother, stretching outward with love and fervor for its green kingdom. From here, the man peered downward, toward the more trivial vegetation below.
Shrubs and bushes contoured with one another, plunging the foliage into a higher density. The man approached one of the many ferns, crouching before it and letting his fingers slide against the tender leaves and idle branches of its anatomy. Blueberries were donned upon its wooden limbs, freshly coated with the moisture of the morning. This dankness made the blueberries seem crystalline in the peaceful sunlight.
The aroma of flowers overwhelmed his senses, persuading the man’s eyes to scan the ground below. His eyes became entranced with the sapphire glow of a bluebell, the angelic white of a snowdrop, and the faint lavender pigment of a cone flower.

13-Apr-2012 18:05:31 - Last edited on 29-Apr-2012 02:30:48 by Areno3

Areno3

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With his senses cleansed, he moved on. His heavy footfalls led him through the thick vegetation. Wild leeks and ramps adorned the rough ground, their light green leaves and aberrant designs bringing the indigenous identity to the forest that so enraptured the man. In the distance, he could hear the near imperceptible tune of rushing water. He made his way toward its origin, and it wasn’t long before he stepped into a clearing where a babbling creek lay in wait.
The convex forms of the stones in the creek sent the gallons of water splashing about, creating ravishing rhythms that coincided with the song of the morning birds. The water’s melodic flow urged the adventurer to kneel, his hands cupping the water and bringing it to his lips. The marvelous liquid cooled his lips, tongue, and teeth. When he swallowed, its icy droplets trickled down his throat, actualizing a mirthful sentiment in his mind.
His desire now enervated, the man smiled and left the beauty of the forest. In his days of melancholy, he would return to the tranquility of the wood.

13-Apr-2012 18:05:47 - Last edited on 29-Apr-2012 02:31:13 by Areno3

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