The DarkSide

It was a strangely cold night. Darker than usual. Skies appeared deeply cursed by the profane formation of stars. Bats flew all over, making awful reverberance. Untamed winds borne shivers with them brushing the lonely souls walking on the streets. That evening Emma was dressing up for one of the most crucial events of her life. She wore a beautiful black gown with net around her hands and shoulders. Her sight was such, it would make anyone fall in love with her instantly. She was a part of a secret society called as the  Council of Nine , where they worshiped “SATAN” They believed that the Devil represents the mirror image of goodness. People loved him because he doesn't really want to torment your soul for eternity. He liberates you from this material world and takes you into his realm. Scarce who witnessed him, sung glories of his fascinating and irresistible pull. That night was remarkable because the fallen angel had chosen Emma as his new upcoming mi...

                                                                                  The-Fight-She-Fought-Alone She poses a face that’s not her.  She keeps beautifying the outer self, to conceal the breakage endured on the inside.  She embraces the unknown, to delight the ones who are flawed. Why is her guardian angel still dormant?  Has almighty created a solace, who possesses the potency to heal her wrecked soul. This is not how the law of nature works.  Eroding her to the core. She is clueless of god’s plan, dint know she warrior in her clan. _____________________________________________                                     ...

          O n the pond of the drifting mind, came a feathered friend from memory lane. Refreshing the traces which were erased since an epoch. Somewhere in depths, he sheltered those impressions with a hope that the universe will return him back his possession. His plight was similar to that nestling, who wants to fly in the ravishing sky, but has no wings. His expedition will pursue and so will hers. Covertly, showcasing the never-ending want of dreaming until their wish turns into reality.

  With inflamed eyes he looked at the manifestation that stood in front of him. Even his clone dreaded his appearance. He dressed every day for a celebration called homicide. Mayhem is where he belonged. His Fate was to inflict pain where ever he walked, in fact he breaded on it. Hatred for the human race was just, because he was badly broken once.