The end. by Kristina Wesolowski (top novels to read .txt) π
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The end of the world is a controversial yet quite plausible subject to be spoken of. In this story a man struggles with the idea that the world will most definitely end and in just a few short years. He deals with this in the way that he sees most necessary and his twisted beliefs soon turn him into something that he had never planned for.
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because she has always wanted to. Or maybe this house holds past memories of a failed marriage that she needs to get over. Whatever the reason it no longer would matter after tonight. After tonight Rose will be free and her soul can be reborn into the next life of earth. Her memories of being human will not matter and possibly not even be remembered. Lost in my thoughts of the new world I found myself in the upper half of the house and standing outside of a door with light shinning from underneath it. My ears picked up a faint sound of music playing from the other side of the door and I knew that my lovely Rose was just on that other side, waiting for me.
With my left hand I slowly pushed open the door, there was no need to turn the knob due to the noticeably broken latch. It opened with a loud creek and I felt the fear that immediately filled the place. When those radiant green eyes glued themselves to me I heard only a loud scream of absolute horror. My first reaction was to run over and stop the screaming at any cost. The pitch of her shriek terrified me, I never before heard such a horrid sound. I did the only thing that I was sure would end this sound and that was a hard slam of my hand to her precious face. As my fist reached her jaw I heard a spine tingling crack that made me pause completely still for a moment. Her jaw had been cracked open and the amble amount of blood was proof. Never did I mean to hurt her like this, but it happening at my hands sent chills through my body followed by a strong feeling of excitement. She began to scream (as loudly as her jaw would allow) and to cry hysterically. Confused, I stood above her watching as she cried. I didnβt know why I was enjoying everything that had just happen so much, but I was. Before I knew it my hands were gripped tightly at her throat and my body was sitting on top of hers. Just as her beautiful face began to lose all color I released my hands from her throat and moved them up and down the sides of her body. My entire body had began to shake and I felt the beat of my heart increasing at an intensely rapid rate. Her life was in my hands and I felt like God.
After a few minutes Rose began to catch her breath again. Her tiny chest was moving a mile a minute and I thought for sure that she was going to hyperventilate. Tonight was not supposed to be this way but once it happened I couldnβt seem to control myself. I once again took my fist to her face but not quite as hard as I had the first time. As I hit her she released a loud sound that I had never heard in my life. It was a kind of squeal mixed together with a gurgle. That was when I realized that she was choking on her own blood. I sat on top of her pinning her to the floor and watched as she choked to death.
That night I was too high off of what had unfolded that I couldnβt bring myself to go home. The emotions circulating through my mind me were far too difficult to even attempt to explain. I just had to feel it more, it couldnβt end just yet. I felt like a junkie that would have done anything for that next high. You want it so badly that nothing can stand in your way and not getting it is just never an option. My night finally ended hours later with the lives of two teenage sisters and an old dish of spaghetti from a diner in town.
Morning had come and I couldnβt get myself out of bed. The activities of the night left me a tad ashamed and at the same time I felt like a shiny new penny. All night I dreamt of Rose, her face before and after death, the breath taking garden in her yard, and her murder. I envisioned killing her in a variety of different ways, all of which made me feel powerful. I cut her throat, shot her, stabbed her to death, hanged her, any possible way of killing a person I did it to her in my dreams. There was one dream though, that stood out more than all of the rest of them. It began exactly the way that the previous last night had gone. I stumbled upon Rose reading at the park and followed her home and she looked exactly as she did in real life only as she walked from the park she sang a soft song that I had never heard before.
βNo use pleading or praying
For gone, gone is all hope of staying
Hush, hush, the anchor's a-weighing
Don't cry in your sleep, bonny baby β
Rose sang these lyrics as if to me but she never looked, never saw me behind her. She sang the four lines over and over until she reached her doorstep. The house looked slightly different, the door was brown instead of white and she left it wide open as she disappeared inside. The curtains were never pulled back and the door never shut. I went right in through the front door and saw nothing in the house but old wooden wheels. Each wheel was different yet the same and looked as if they had been carved by hand. Finding interest in one particular wheel I picked it up to get a closer look. It was about the size of a carβs steering wheel and was colored cherry mahogany. There was so much incredible detail carved into the single wheel that I almost missed the quotation carved along the outside. It read, β There is a destiny that makes us brothers: none goes his way alone, All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our ownβ. I thought everything to be so strange and did not understand the meaning so I never minded it. My journey continued to the upstairs room where I knew sheβd been waiting. Everything was right, the broken latch, the soft music playing, and the light shining under the door. I pushed open the door in the same way I had in reality only Rose was absent from it. All that was in the room were more wheels and a blood stain where Rose had laid to die. I awoke just after entering the room.
Whether or not the dream had any significance I paid no thought to why. Finally crawling out of bed my mood was jubilant. The first thing I noticed with the start of the brand new day was the blood that left stains on my fingernails. A shower was more than necessary and without a doubt satisfying. Everything about the day felt better, as though I was superior and nothing could bring me down. There was no better time then now to call Destiny and that is exactly what I did. She answered after two short rings and her voice almost made me melt. Stammering a bit, I wasted no time in fear that I would not have the courage to ask her out if I didnβt right away. When she agreed to the date I was ecstatic and when she seemed happy about it I wanted to break out in dance! After hanging up with Destiny I immediately got dressed and ready for my date disregarding the fact that I had close to eight hours until it began. It took only twenty three minutes to get completely ready so I decided on watching some television to kill time. Not expecting to find anything worth watching I casually flipped through the channels . On my second time through them I stumbled upon a news broadcast about a string of murders that took place last night. I set down the remote and gave 100% of my attention to the TV.
The hour was now past one and I sat all alone on an oak chair in my living room. The news had refreshed all of my memories from the previous night and I grew anxious. I wanted that feeling back, the one that I had last night. The feeling that I felt only after the deaths of those young ladies, only after I had killed. In the back of my head though, shouted a voice that I wanted so badly to silence but I knew that it was right. Of course I knew that what I had done last night was terribly wrong and that it was in no way acceptable in my beliefs. Killing should never be done for pleasure but then, why does it provide so much of it? Overly confused I had to occupy my mind with something so I chose to work. I had a deadline of three months and a half finished novel that seemed to be going nowhere. The storyline begins with a tragic loss that leads into a world of magic and impracticalities. A story of overcoming hard times and accepting that happiness is possible even when you cant even remember what being happy felt like. Only to discover at the end that the main character went completely and utterly insane after chapter two and the rest of the book was just a story that was invented in his mind. A tragedy temporarily disguised as a fantasy novel.
An hour had passed and yet no work had been done. My cursed fingers would only write an exact recreation of that strange dream I had, the one with all of the wheels. It had to of meant something for dreams always do, but what could it possibly mean? Trying to figure this bizarre dream out I continuously dissected the details. Everything had been perfectly right except for a very few minor facts. The song Rose had sang, the color of the door, the way that I entered the house, all of the wooden wheels, and Rose being absent from the bedroom. I couldnβt for the life of me remember how the song went that Rose sang so I focused more on the quote that I found carved onto the wheel. β There is a destiny that makes us brothers: none goes his way alone, All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our ownβ. What I concluded from this quote may or may not be what its supposed to be mean but I can figure no other explanation. The first part, βThere is a destiny that makes us brothers: none goes his way aloneβ means that by being created by the same man that makes each and every single person on this planet my brother and when I killed Rose a part of myself dyed with her. The second part was more difficult to figure out and I eventually just gave up. The study of my dream had distracted me only for a short while and then I was back to obsessing over my date with Destiny and my extreme want to murder.
My body trembled as my mind fantasized. I imagined a dazzling young lady with long thick dark hair that reached well past the middle of her back and lips as soft as a cloud. Her eyes, as green as an emerald with a sparkle that put the stars above to shame. Without a doubt she was overly beautiful and I was her god. My lips curled into a smile as I day dreamed that my hands were around her throat. Within seconds of her death my dreaming
With my left hand I slowly pushed open the door, there was no need to turn the knob due to the noticeably broken latch. It opened with a loud creek and I felt the fear that immediately filled the place. When those radiant green eyes glued themselves to me I heard only a loud scream of absolute horror. My first reaction was to run over and stop the screaming at any cost. The pitch of her shriek terrified me, I never before heard such a horrid sound. I did the only thing that I was sure would end this sound and that was a hard slam of my hand to her precious face. As my fist reached her jaw I heard a spine tingling crack that made me pause completely still for a moment. Her jaw had been cracked open and the amble amount of blood was proof. Never did I mean to hurt her like this, but it happening at my hands sent chills through my body followed by a strong feeling of excitement. She began to scream (as loudly as her jaw would allow) and to cry hysterically. Confused, I stood above her watching as she cried. I didnβt know why I was enjoying everything that had just happen so much, but I was. Before I knew it my hands were gripped tightly at her throat and my body was sitting on top of hers. Just as her beautiful face began to lose all color I released my hands from her throat and moved them up and down the sides of her body. My entire body had began to shake and I felt the beat of my heart increasing at an intensely rapid rate. Her life was in my hands and I felt like God.
After a few minutes Rose began to catch her breath again. Her tiny chest was moving a mile a minute and I thought for sure that she was going to hyperventilate. Tonight was not supposed to be this way but once it happened I couldnβt seem to control myself. I once again took my fist to her face but not quite as hard as I had the first time. As I hit her she released a loud sound that I had never heard in my life. It was a kind of squeal mixed together with a gurgle. That was when I realized that she was choking on her own blood. I sat on top of her pinning her to the floor and watched as she choked to death.
That night I was too high off of what had unfolded that I couldnβt bring myself to go home. The emotions circulating through my mind me were far too difficult to even attempt to explain. I just had to feel it more, it couldnβt end just yet. I felt like a junkie that would have done anything for that next high. You want it so badly that nothing can stand in your way and not getting it is just never an option. My night finally ended hours later with the lives of two teenage sisters and an old dish of spaghetti from a diner in town.
Morning had come and I couldnβt get myself out of bed. The activities of the night left me a tad ashamed and at the same time I felt like a shiny new penny. All night I dreamt of Rose, her face before and after death, the breath taking garden in her yard, and her murder. I envisioned killing her in a variety of different ways, all of which made me feel powerful. I cut her throat, shot her, stabbed her to death, hanged her, any possible way of killing a person I did it to her in my dreams. There was one dream though, that stood out more than all of the rest of them. It began exactly the way that the previous last night had gone. I stumbled upon Rose reading at the park and followed her home and she looked exactly as she did in real life only as she walked from the park she sang a soft song that I had never heard before.
βNo use pleading or praying
For gone, gone is all hope of staying
Hush, hush, the anchor's a-weighing
Don't cry in your sleep, bonny baby β
Rose sang these lyrics as if to me but she never looked, never saw me behind her. She sang the four lines over and over until she reached her doorstep. The house looked slightly different, the door was brown instead of white and she left it wide open as she disappeared inside. The curtains were never pulled back and the door never shut. I went right in through the front door and saw nothing in the house but old wooden wheels. Each wheel was different yet the same and looked as if they had been carved by hand. Finding interest in one particular wheel I picked it up to get a closer look. It was about the size of a carβs steering wheel and was colored cherry mahogany. There was so much incredible detail carved into the single wheel that I almost missed the quotation carved along the outside. It read, β There is a destiny that makes us brothers: none goes his way alone, All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our ownβ. I thought everything to be so strange and did not understand the meaning so I never minded it. My journey continued to the upstairs room where I knew sheβd been waiting. Everything was right, the broken latch, the soft music playing, and the light shining under the door. I pushed open the door in the same way I had in reality only Rose was absent from it. All that was in the room were more wheels and a blood stain where Rose had laid to die. I awoke just after entering the room.
Whether or not the dream had any significance I paid no thought to why. Finally crawling out of bed my mood was jubilant. The first thing I noticed with the start of the brand new day was the blood that left stains on my fingernails. A shower was more than necessary and without a doubt satisfying. Everything about the day felt better, as though I was superior and nothing could bring me down. There was no better time then now to call Destiny and that is exactly what I did. She answered after two short rings and her voice almost made me melt. Stammering a bit, I wasted no time in fear that I would not have the courage to ask her out if I didnβt right away. When she agreed to the date I was ecstatic and when she seemed happy about it I wanted to break out in dance! After hanging up with Destiny I immediately got dressed and ready for my date disregarding the fact that I had close to eight hours until it began. It took only twenty three minutes to get completely ready so I decided on watching some television to kill time. Not expecting to find anything worth watching I casually flipped through the channels . On my second time through them I stumbled upon a news broadcast about a string of murders that took place last night. I set down the remote and gave 100% of my attention to the TV.
The hour was now past one and I sat all alone on an oak chair in my living room. The news had refreshed all of my memories from the previous night and I grew anxious. I wanted that feeling back, the one that I had last night. The feeling that I felt only after the deaths of those young ladies, only after I had killed. In the back of my head though, shouted a voice that I wanted so badly to silence but I knew that it was right. Of course I knew that what I had done last night was terribly wrong and that it was in no way acceptable in my beliefs. Killing should never be done for pleasure but then, why does it provide so much of it? Overly confused I had to occupy my mind with something so I chose to work. I had a deadline of three months and a half finished novel that seemed to be going nowhere. The storyline begins with a tragic loss that leads into a world of magic and impracticalities. A story of overcoming hard times and accepting that happiness is possible even when you cant even remember what being happy felt like. Only to discover at the end that the main character went completely and utterly insane after chapter two and the rest of the book was just a story that was invented in his mind. A tragedy temporarily disguised as a fantasy novel.
An hour had passed and yet no work had been done. My cursed fingers would only write an exact recreation of that strange dream I had, the one with all of the wheels. It had to of meant something for dreams always do, but what could it possibly mean? Trying to figure this bizarre dream out I continuously dissected the details. Everything had been perfectly right except for a very few minor facts. The song Rose had sang, the color of the door, the way that I entered the house, all of the wooden wheels, and Rose being absent from the bedroom. I couldnβt for the life of me remember how the song went that Rose sang so I focused more on the quote that I found carved onto the wheel. β There is a destiny that makes us brothers: none goes his way alone, All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our ownβ. What I concluded from this quote may or may not be what its supposed to be mean but I can figure no other explanation. The first part, βThere is a destiny that makes us brothers: none goes his way aloneβ means that by being created by the same man that makes each and every single person on this planet my brother and when I killed Rose a part of myself dyed with her. The second part was more difficult to figure out and I eventually just gave up. The study of my dream had distracted me only for a short while and then I was back to obsessing over my date with Destiny and my extreme want to murder.
My body trembled as my mind fantasized. I imagined a dazzling young lady with long thick dark hair that reached well past the middle of her back and lips as soft as a cloud. Her eyes, as green as an emerald with a sparkle that put the stars above to shame. Without a doubt she was overly beautiful and I was her god. My lips curled into a smile as I day dreamed that my hands were around her throat. Within seconds of her death my dreaming
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