Prologue

It didn’t happen far before our modern day, and she now lives her bleak life perpetually occupied by the eidolons of those numerous-seeming days that restlessly haunt her, no matter how much I may recite or try to illustrate, It would still be minor and insufficient to express here evermore sorrow and mourning.

She is no longer the same, nor will regain what’s eternally lost of her barren soul, what’s left of her is barely adequate for moving sluggishly and breathing, she now abode a realm afar from reality, and exiled from rest or alleviation, just lost and wailing in between. Throughout the cursed, nefarious days that passed amuck, she was forced bitterly, and in the most outlandish ways to drift away from her real self, into many embodies and characters, yet now after it’s all gone, she can’t find her former self again, because it died, only laments and marred fragments still exist, trapped amid the weeping air, nothing more.

His ghost has not parted; it’s still dwelling here and there, on the bed, the pillow, the scarred window pane, on the grey lanes of the house, and much on her cold bloodless skin. And of course, the tormenting memories didn’t bid farewell likewise, they chose to stay and dun her in a bloody diabolic manner as a sequel of the curse.

When the sky cries, caressing her pain and consoling her ever open wounds, she e’er submerge in a profound state of bemoan, silent one, where she spread her tattered, black wings and fly back in time, echoing the same old questions never answered, weeping silently, or better phrased, internally. Arguing mute with her demons and obsessions whether she could’ve done more at a time, but eventually realizes it’s hopeless and pointless, so she wakes up to the dead

Author's Note

Rough draft!

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Interesting concept, but I do question your execution. Some of your word choice seems as though you simply looked through a dictionary for the biggest words you could find and used those regardless of their meaning. The formatting and font is a little obnoxious as well and your sentences seem to be either awkward and stilted, or run-on and difficult to understand. Good effort, but I think you need to work on this a little more.

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-]

I am a gothic writer my friend!
I know not of your taste, but I am a fan of the old, founding gothic lit.
Like, Mary Shelley, Edgar Allan Poe, Bram stalker, Horace Walpole, Ann Radcliffe and such exquisite writers. if you read their great pieces you'd probably see the link between my writing and their's.
And just a hint, my vocabs are not artificial, they are a part of me, I've been a poet for quite sometime, so I guess that affected my style here as well
I neither like, not enjoy modern fiction, just my taste and style...