Entry 388: Ice Cream

I’ve loved you since the first day we met

Two kids, living in a world so dark

Yet so blind to it

Two kids

…Without regret…

Do you remember the day?

Our first time we sat together at school

No idea of our future together

We first met over Ice Cream

I fell in love right then

I know it seems an impossibility

For a mere kid

Unaware of what love is

To feel a burning in their heart

One without end

A pure love

One I feel as we share this Ice Cream now

30 years past our 5-year-old selves.

I remember the snow

The December we shared our feelings first

We were only 12

However…

…You shared your feelings…

Something I’d silently felt

A day I’d waited for what felt like an eternity for

We were having Ice Cream that day as well

You kissed me over Christmas break

Our two families spending together

That beautifully snowy Christmas Night

We tried to play off dessert normally that time

Our families knew though,

As it turned out

They saw us on the porch,

They said nothing till our wedding day though

It was a beautiful one.

A lavish Winter wedding

We shared our vows

We promised to be there for one another

Much like we are now

We did as we always had as kids

Our special moments

Reflected as we ate our favorite dessert

Ice Cream marking another wonderful moment

Much like our first

You are the man I never deserved

My gallant knight who’s always worked

Providing for me in every way

After we had our little boy

We had Ice Cream to celebrate

The snow was beautiful that night

Much like it is now

I’m sorry that you must learn this way

Thank you for having Ice Cream with me on this day

I know you were confused why I sent away our son at first

You have no idea what tonight means to me

A celebration of us

I didn’t want our son to see what must be done next

I wanted us to share our memories

Those days without regret

I wanted him to retain that purity

Our greatest gift

I’m going to have to ask you

To protect him

I know as you’re reading this now

As we sit here, looking at the snow

You are probably wondering why it is I now cry

Well…

…The truth is…

I have it…

I’m infected, my love

I don’t wish for you to dwell on this

It’s the reason this one time

I insisted we use separate bowls

It’s been years since that happened, right?

You & oddly this dessert has been there for our best times

Nothing fancy

That’s never been our way.

No,

A simple vanilla ice cream

The same as the first time we shared the dish

I wish we could treat tonight like that first time

Back when we were kids,

Two kids,

No regrets,

Just sharing our favorite dish…

…Vanilla Ice Cream…

I ask of you

Though now I’m likely crying

Don’t remember this night in a negative way

Think of it as one final time

Sharing our lovely memories once again

No regrets…

No worry about what comes next.

I know what happens after this,

Isn’t going to be a happy event

However,

When you have to do it,

Please make it quick.

A bullet to the head,

A proper burial,

That’s all I can ask my dearest friend.

I’ve known since the first day we met

You are my one true love,

My best friend.

I’m sorry things had to end like this…

…I’m sorry that I got myself bit…

It was funny you know?

I was shopping,

Just another day,

No worries, no regrets.

You had our son at home,

Waiting for me as you always did…

We didn’t even know there was an infection.

Blissfully ignorant that when I got bit,

It was the beginning of the end.

The saddest thing might be,

What has probably happened to the family of the kid

…Who infected me…

It was his bite that would be my end

…Though now, I imagine his family is suffering…

From this disease with no known source…

A few weeks after I was bit,

I began to get sick…

Nothing I wanted to bother you & our son with…

The news reports began to come out

About the others infected with the unknown virus

I’m sorry I played it off at the time…

That I never told you I’d been bit…

I’m sorry you had to find out now,

Mere moments before the inevitable…

I love you my sweet

My dearest friend

If you could,

Please remember our time together

It is something I’ll always be happy for

…Raise our son right…

Tell him his mother had a happy life

That he is our most precious gift

…Keep him safe…

I love you my dearest friend

…Please…

…Never forget that…

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*A letter read, a dessert shared once again, the snow falls as they look into one another’s eyes one final time*

BANG!

-Ice Cream-

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Entry 387: She Who Writes In The Hollow

In the hollow where she lay

She quietly writes all day

Every person she brings to life

Are actually stolen from their reality

…Fated to die…

The more she writes the more people will die

Perhaps you can change her mind?

Many have found her

Many have tried

Most of them turned into monstrosities

…Or…

Their body parts are left hanging in the wild…

Once their souls have been claimed

They reenact the stories written about them

The Hollow is a place where stories are told

Nestled in one of Black Winters many worlds…

So if by chance you awake in a wooded place

Confused as to how you got there

You may want to consider she is writing your fate

Stealing your soul,

Making you a part of one of her many tales…

-She Who Writes In The Hollow-

 

 

 

Entry 386: These Halls Of Suffering

In this place, there is only death

A world of suffering

Violent ends

In this place, blood runs from the walls

Those who enter lost to all

In this place sits a souls dying breath

Replayed in the deaths of all who come after it

A room with a ceiling that comes down

The sounds of bones slowly cracking,

Screams unending,

These souls will never be found!

In this place, you’ll cry for God

Torment will be all you have

In this place, Death is no escape

You’ll relive your death again & again

Guaranteed only an eternity of pain!

In this place, you’ll cry for hope

Many will do so as they slowly choke

For no soul who enters this house of pain

Will ever leave again

In this place there sits a woman who cries

Those who hear her weeping

Will silently die

All air leaving their once healthy lungs

Suffocation so slow

It is all they will ever know

In this place

There sits a hall of laughter which never ends

In this place people will ask an end

The demented cackling goes on & on

Eventually, all who hear it do themselves in…

In this place lay a secret most profound

None will share it though

In this place lay so many ways to an end

Such is the way

…In…

-These Halls Of Suffering-

Entry 385: The Hammer Beckons…

Slam is the sound

As I pound the ground

Your head a peg

My hammer meeting your crown

The rain pours

Your screams ignored

The sound of the thing

Can be heard craving more

The bloodshed

It is fed

I go to the shed

To begin steps for the next…

Down in a dark place

Where reaches only the sounds of each death

Waits another head

Another body attached to it

Writhing in pain

Begging for mercy

No help will ever be made

Another soul

For which there will be no hope

Only the eventual end…

The body buried in place

The hammer coming down upon the crown

The bloodshed in the rain

It is sated once again

I try to step away

A voice echoes from its bloody face

-The Hammer Beckons-

 

Entry 384: The Voice At The End

I can hear their footsteps

As the rain pours outside

I stand alone in a telephone booth

Shadows surround me,

In them, I feel eyes…

The phone rings

I pick up

On the other line

Is a mysterious voice,

Telling me I’ll soon die…

I feel terror

As the voices cry

I’m so alone

I’m not sure anyone else is alive…

There’s a loud rasping

The rain pours harder now

I’m terrified for my life!

I see a flower

Slowly wilt & die

What little light is left

Begins to fade

In the darkness, I beg

I cry for my life

In the pouring rain

I feel terrified!

I ask for another chance at life!

With a cold echo

I hear the voice on the other line

It says

You are the last to die

Alone in the darkness

The final soul in a world

Destined for demise

I bang on the phone

I scream! I CRY!

I hear them slowly getting closer

I try to lock myself inside…

Soon the lights go out

There is a silence as the line goes dead

I hear them & I know

…I’m about to die…

-The Voice At The End-

 

Entry 383: The Church On MayBar Lane

There sits a church

On MayBar Lane

Which holds an evil to this day

It smiles when you aren’t looking

It feels all safe & warm

It assures you of this with your religion

Hiding its true form…

In this place sits a council of many souls

People worshipping a God,

They don’t see the places true intent

They don’t hear the screams of their young

That those who promised to help in faith

Are secretly Devils,

Grinning at these souls mistakes!

So it is

Year after year

They are conditioned in this way

So it is victims are abused

Never to tell the truths of the place…

There sits a church on MayBar Lane

In it sits an evil

That smiles at the devoted’s face

Blind are the ones who worship here

In some way all are victims

In time…

…They all disappear…

Sacrificing their souls to the Church

Complicit in their oblivious ways

Eventually,

A pact is made…

To assure silence

To assure ascension to God!

Secrets of the past will forever be buried

…In the grave…

-The Church On MayBar Lane-

Entry 382: The Walls Tell All

Every night I awake

Making the same conversation

It always ends the same

The walls see all there is

Weaving tales about their ends…

They tell me of Dan

Who once owned this place

They tell me of his financial failures

How he ended everything

They speak of Mary

Full of sin

The religious didn’t approve of all her fornication

They spoke of how they burned her alive

Telling her to repent of her sins

Then ending her life

Johnathan was an artist

Who never quite got his break

Until the day he died anyways

Lenny was a gambling man

His debts eventually caught up with him

They laughed as they said

Lenny “drowned” in his debts in the end…

These stories are quite nice

I sleep to them

Each and every night

There are more…

All of them grim

The walls even speak of someone buried in them

These stories keep me warm

Helping me sleep peacefully

Again & again…

-The Walls Tell All-