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“Shadows—
they were fun to play with
slippery gasses not quiet solid,
but not quite liquid.
easy to manipulate…
…hard to escape.”
– Queen of Shadows
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At first the room was white.
Solid.
Pallid.
Empty.
I stood there a moment, taking in my surroundings, figuring out an escape.
Only there was none.
I turned around, fear in my throat, adrenaline coursing through my veins . . .
The door was gone.
But it was just . . .
“Hello?” I called, voice catching in my throat. With a wince I swallowed, my mouth dry, my tongue thick.
Hello? I thought.
What did she want with me?
I’d heard stories about the Queen of Shadows, a women heard but never seen.
It was said that those who heard her voice never lived to tell the tale.
But if that was so, how did I know they’d heard it? The fact alone gave me hope. I stood taller.
“Hello?” I called again. I took a step forward and stopped. The ground trembled.
The floor shook and then the ground behind me faded into nothingness. I looked around me frantically searching for something to grab onto…
A black chair appeared.
Half solid, half shadow. I ran towards it, not thinking, not seeing.
I didn’t want to die.
I reached for the arm rest, fingers catching hold just as the floor gave way beneath my feet.
I swung into the chair and took a deep breath.
I opened my eyes.
The room was painted black and white.
And the black was moving.
Grayish black swirls danced across zebra walls, see-through, hand-like arms, reaching forever forward, racing towards me.
I tried to move, only to find that the chair was holding me in place, swirls of shadow griping my feet, imprisoning my arms.
There was only a small pocket of white left in the now black room, and my hope surged. Maybe I could make it…
Silver eyes reached out of the darkness before me, the shadows almost done with their work.
“Welcome…” A voice whispered, impish eyes pulled taunt in a toothless grin.
“…to the world of Nyght,” she finished.
Just as the sliver of white…
disappeared.
– Short Story written by Jae Lei Nyght
BitterSweat…
Like chocolate coated lemons.
Painful
Like knives and paper cuts.
Scaring
Like old wounds and perpetual scabs.
Beautiful
Like falling stars and warm summer nights.
Bittersweet
Was me and you.
And now it’s just . . .
Over.
Written by Jae Lei Nyght
SomeTimes…
“You know what Mexicans say about The Pacific Ocean…?
…They say it has no memory.”
-Shaw Shank Redemption
Sometimes I wish I had no memory.
No prejudice, no pain.
Sometimes I wish I’d wake up a child with no thoughts to be shunned,
And no dreams to be torn down.
Sometimes I wish I was a blank slate of paper, waiting to be written on, or the waves in the ocean, without beginning and without end.
Sometimes…
– Written by Jae Lei Nyght
At What Age Did We Lose Our Compassion?
He Stumbles.
His steps shallow and filled with tension.
His dirty shirt clings to his skin, his body releasing sweat as he shuffles forward.
He sees the corner up ahead and makes it there, leaning his lanky frame against the cool brick behind him.
“If one person will smile at me today, then I won’t jump.” He tells himself. He stands there all day, barely clinging to the cup of life, eyes pleading, hands trembling, heart bleeding.
And no one even looks at him.
That evening, as the traffic slows and the red and yellow lights dwindle, he shuffles slowly towards the bridge at the end of the road.
He watches the wave’s crash below him, and closes his eyes. Remembering when he was younger, smaller, still loved, and his mother smiled at him. His heart warms and he finally let’s go.
His body hits the water a moment later, the dull clap unheard through the honking horns of angry people, and the slurred curses of others.
And his last thought was her smile, and the love hidden in her eyes…when she looked at him.
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