From afar he appeared fine, but inside his aching heart had been shattered into a million insignificant pieces. His soul had been enveloped in an inferno of searing heat and despite the lack of a physical body the repulsing pain of the hellish flames pierced him with venomous strikes, plunging him into an abyssal sea of pain. Oh how he burned. Oh how he burned in it. In desperation he screamed for someone to alleviate his suffering but it was for naught; he could manage nothing more than a timid whimper. He had been tied down and barred from movement in solitary confinement as the intense fires assailed him like a lacination of deadly sharp spears into his fragile body. He was lost, he was afraid, yet he was helpless as nobody cared. Down in the deepest shafts he wailed into a bitter emptiness with only his echoes to accompany him as the molten walls mocked and taunted his pleas with sadistic snarls. The blazes shredded his limbs and ripped out his lungs inside mercilessly, reducing his last hopes of salvation to none. No matter how brave he tried to appear, the sorrow in his heart devastated his spirits and he was inclined to believe it was all just a pathetic facade. To him happiness was but a superficiality. He badly needed someone to open up to; someone to comfort and console him, but his dream was so distant and so impossible to reach. Why? Why did he still bother fighting on when his life was solely dominated by the drudges of morbidity? Was there really a need to struggle that hopeless war when everything and everyone he knew condemned his needs as fallacies of pretense? Perhaps there really was no silver lining in any freaking clouds of his life. Yes that phrase was just a useless psychological placebo. Disbelievingly he tried to think of an alternative solution to end his sorrow but there were none. Was surrendering and giving up to his fate the only choice he could make? He would have liked to laugh at that thought and shove it away like how everyone else did but it was a sad reality. For now, for a long time to come, for eternity, he was to be unfeeling and emotionally dead.
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Sounds good so far, but please break this up into paragraphs. It’d make it a lot easier to read than just one big wall of text. XD
Are you on crack? o_o
You need a serious paragrpahing fix-up. Nice story, no spelling mistakes and high volcabulary. Is this a fan-fic? It needs to have; Chapter 1 or Prologue in it.
I think he just randomly writes stuff like this for the heck of it. o.o
@Eden: Check out who Devvy is before you give him a lecture on how to write fanfiction. -_-
@Devvy: Paragraphing would be nicer to the readers, but I guess for drabble pieces like that, you can kinda keep it to one paragraph.
I do hope ‘he’ won’t stop fighting. :/
It’s not a fan fic
Devy is trying to paint a scene
It’s just writing
~LaZzz. . .
Loved it.
The single, chunky paragraph adds artistic flair to it, somehow. Maybe it’s just me. o_O
@Eden: You ain’t the ruler of MMOT yet. =__=
ZOMGDEVVYYOUCAMEBACK!
Paragraphs!
*superduperwhammyhug*
Hahahahaha
No offence but, Devvyzor is one of the best writers <3
EVAH D:
HEY MAN . I state here now . Eden sucks .
Devvy ROCKS (:
@Fenrir
No I’m not coming back, but neither do I know why I posted this blog.
@SilverFx
He has already given up. There’s really no point hoping >_>
So you’re here for fun, laughter, peace and joy?
da hell?
First of all, I would like to applaud you for your beautiful sentence stucture, transitions, and vocabulary. I would give you five stars if there was a rating button.