Ashes Are My Snow and Regret ~ two short stories

Ashes Are My Snow

The fire rises, kept alive by bodies. It grows high towards the sky.

Ashes and ashes cover the earth as it falls to the ground like snow.

Dark clouds fill the usual bright blue skies.

Men, children, and women go into the fire, but only ashes come out.

The horrible stench pollutes the air, but only evil is left smell their nasty deeds.

They trample the ash, looking for me, leaving footprints in the gray.

I watch as the fire dims - the ashes stop - the good is becoming none.

Evil looks as if they won, but regret sneaks up. The evil's eyes clear to see the truth.

Riots began - the fire then burns - ashes fall again.

The evil is becoming none.

Ashes and ashes - Cloudy skies - Ashes is my snow.

There is no more evil or good.

I am left alone.

Regret:

I walk a long path full of suffering.

A dark path with many holes, many roots rising from the surface of the rotting leaves, many sharp deadly rocks hidden from view….

A narrow path with many twists and turns.

Tree limbs reach over like broken arms – their leaves forever lost – never to return again.

Eerie fog creeps through the barren trees.

Wind flows powerfully around the forest – making sounds worthy of scaring the most fierce.

Darkness strives here, light never dare shows its face.

 The path never ends. It never will.

There isn’t a person, demon, or creature...

There will only be me- constantly walking this long path.

I chose this.

My soul sold to the dark shadows.

 Sins forever visible – like blood stained hands.

Loneliness - Pain… but never Regret.