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Death’s Embrace

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Death’s Embrace

The night was dark and stormy, rain pelting against the pavement like angry fingers tapping incessantly. Thunder roared in the distance as lightning cracked the sky, illuminating the empty street for just a brief moment. In the dim light, I lay on the cold, wet asphalt, my clothes soaked in a mixture of rainwater and my own blood.

I felt weak and I struggled to open my eyes. My breath was shallow and laboured, as if every inhale and exhale was a fight for survival. The torrential downpour had done nothing to wash away the pain that enveloped my entire being. The stab wound in my abdomen still burned, blood still gushing out of the wound, soaking my clothes and pooling around me, mixing with the rainwater that flowed through the gutters.

In that cold, dark street, she appeared before me. Her presence seemed to defy the chaos that surrounded us. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes sparkled like precious stones in the dim light. She laid down on my chest and told me that everything was going to be okay.

As she spoke, I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. Her voice was soothing, like a soft lullaby that could ease even the most troubled soul. My vision was slowly fading to black, and the pain seemed to lessen with each word she uttered. Her cold, bony hand rested on my chest, its touch oddly comforting.

Though I was on the precipice of death, I couldn’t help but feel that everything was going to be alright. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander into the darkness, embracing the unknown that awaited me. I could hear the sound of her black-feathered wings, gently fluttering in the wind that accompanied the storm.

As the life slowly drained from my body, I knew in my heart that she was the Angel of Death, there to guide me on my journey to the other side. Even in the face of darkness and fear, I felt a sense of peace knowing that she was by my side, ready to carry me away from the pain and suffering that had defined my final moments.

I surrendered to the darkness and the cold embrace of the Angel of Death, letting go of my earthly bonds and trusting in her promise.

“Everything was going to be okay,” indeed…

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"...fear is a luxury..."

- Niklas Niklas Alparós-Lilah from Purgatory Diaries

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pesto.pasta avatar
2 days ago

Beautiful short story bro

Slimebeast avatar
3 days ago

AI checking software says your stories were generated using AI. Any idea why this might be the case?

3 days ago

now it makes sense… i felt it was ai written, but knew it couldnt be