Out of the Darkness

Out of the Darkness

A Story by Chris Micha

In a darkened place she cried for me, but I couldn't find her. I searched endlessly through this dark desolate void. Many years I wondered through this tormenting, never ending, dark maze in hopes that I might find her again. The darkness slowly and methodically started to ooze its vileness inside of me and I could feel myself dying. It was like darkened windows were no light could shine in and it had taken away all of my happiness. I missed her so much. I missed the way she looked at me and smiled. We were always happy together but something took her away and locked her up.

While in this darkness too, I searched one last time. I screamed for her but there was no sound. So I screamed again but this time I heard something and I could hear where it was coming from, so I ran faster and faster, then I stopped. I knew what I was hearing now and it was the beating of her heart. I now knew she was still alive and with every part of me, every part of my being was going to find her. If saving her meant giving her my last heart beat, take it, it's yours. Like a storm getting ever so near, I could hear the rumbling of her heart, as my efforts began to rage even stronger like the forces from the Gods. Oh and my will for her, grew to the expance of the universe. Then it happened, as I stood over her with her head to the ground, she lifted her head and her eyes were alive again. Her face shown as bright as ever and suddenly the darkness started to evade...for the both of us.

© 2014 Chris Micha


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Chris Micha
Chris Micha

Richland, MS



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To sum me up is pretty easy. I love writing because it's therapy for my wayward soul. Although, I am by no means any good at it, I still put myself out there. I use to write when I was younger but gav.. more..

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