Awakening

Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues. All gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows.    This was the sun rise of June 21, 1874. The morning of my execution.    The glorious dawn of the beginning of my end!    The Night Before    526!    That's the distance between my cell and the gallows. Though gallows would be too grand a word, it was but a single tree on the edge of our small settlement no more than 10'f from the river. A weeping willow, so named by the peculiar young daughter of our town sheriff... me!    Well, at least there'd be weeping at my execution I doubt I'd be able to muster the emotion to do so myself. Be it self-pit

Slowly I sat up feeling like a complete different person it was then that I noticed I'd been laying on top of a stone coffin. He put on top of someone grave? Strength moved through me, settling into my muscles and my bones. Lifting my hands, I notice no changes in them save for the fact that my skin has taken on a dewy sort of glow that's and my arms were exposed. Glancing down I was surprised to find that I was not wearing the white dress I was executed in.  "How dare you change my clothes! How dare you touch me without my permission!" I yelled at him, moving faster than humanly possible, I pushed off the coffin ready to rip his hands clean off his arms. Only to fall to my knees, much to the strange creatures amusement. My body would not move the way I wanted it to. What was happening?  "Relax, give yourself a moment. You have get used to your new strength. You've just had an out of body experience, I mean you did after all just die." He smirked no

Evan pulled me to stop right in front of the pale green double doors.  “Listen,” He whispered, tapping his ear. Concentrating, I found that I could hear movement through out the mansion. Past the foyer into the dinning room someone was putting a plates, down the hall the in one of the back rooms someone was pacing on the carpeted floor. Probably my judge, the town Mayor. Upstairs someone was crying, no, sobbing heart wrenching sobs while the voice of the a young girl urged the crying woman to stop; Melanie and her mother. I could hear them as they went about their lives with prefect clarity like I was standing right next to them watching it happen. I could also hear their hearts some slow and steady others fast and aggravated but no matter the pace, all those hearts pumped blood through their veins.  Hungry roared in my gut, like a beast demanding its next meal and I would feed it the blood of my enemies.  Opening the door I let myself

Three days ago I found myself at the Mayors mansion visiting my friend Melanie after yet another icy exchange between mother and I during breakfast that day. I was happy to let Mel’s cheery presence infect me and lift my spirits. Mrs, Moore, the Redford’s housekeeper, lead me up to Melanie’s bedroom, where I found her and another maid trying on every dress in Melanie’s very large closet. “What’s going on here?” I ask stepping into room as Melanie bent over to pick up a pink slipper. “Oh, Scarlet.” Mel said, snapping up right like wheat free of the wind. “I’m so glad you’re here, help me find the other one?” I smiled at her flushed pink face. “Is there a reason your breaking out you best dresses to go to church?” Shaking my head, kick aside a light blue dress and pull the pink shoe free.   “Sir Ian has returned home from the city.” Spoke Melanie’s helper Nora, Mrs Moore’s daughter answered while Melanie blushed a bright rosy pink. “I see, I see.” I s

He’s sinister smirk and dark eyes filled to the brim with he’s horrible twisted desires forever branded itself in my mind. I tried to slap him again but he was ready for it this time, Michael simply knocked my arm away, gripped my shoulder pulled me forward before slamming me back in to the ground, the force of the impact stole my breath and had my vision swimming with black spots. Numbness settled over me, it was all I could do to breathe, to stay awake.   The bastard flipped my skirts up, and started unbuttoning his pants. I had to stop this, I had to move to do something. Moving my fingers through over the forest floor I felt around in the dirt for anything to save myself with. I only found a small stick, no longer than a dinner fork but sharp enough to cut my fingers on. Hope bloomed in my chest, I could stop him, I would stop him. "Don't worry Scarlet it will only hurt a little bit. And when you die, I promise that I'll make it, quick and painless." he