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The propeller hitched as the engine caught, causing the plane to wobble fiercely. In the cockpit, a young woman, alone, tried the radio again, to no avail. Outside, the storm loomed, as if taunting her, telling her she'd wasted her time. There was no chance that she would make it in time now. She knew she'd done her best, but was unable to stop her thoughts from turning to the people who'd been counting on her. As her mind drifted, the plane's flight grew more erratic, buffeted by gale force winds, at times dangerously close to the dark clouds. Tears blossomed in her eyes as her hands tightened on the yoke. Desperation driven, she tried the radio one more time. A bright flash illuminated the sky, shaking her entire body for eternal moments before all fell still. As her eyes opened, she could see only darkness tightly encircling her. Faintly, she heard music, slow and solemn in its lull. After a few moments, she felt as if the darkness had lifted her, carrying her in...

"We should speed up." The captain turned to stare at the tall woman who had spoken. Unable to see her eyes underneath her hooded black cloak, he let some of his confusion show. "I beg your pardon ma'am, but why? I was under the impression you were taking your students on a field trip, not a race against nothing." "What race? There's no race. We need to keep ahead of them, though." "Them?" "The Germans, of course. We don't want them to catch up to us." As the captain fumbled for a response, one of the students, a young man, spoke up, "Professor Viviani, the Germans aren't here. And the captain's right, all we're doing is going on a field trip. To experience history, you said." "I did, didn't I? But, you know, that's even more of a reason for the Germans to be following us. History, remember?" She laughed harshly, "Captain, you really should speed up, unless you want t...

"We're done here." She twisted my wrist sharply as she freed herself and ran to the front door. "Wait! I'm sorry." I raised my uninjured hand to stop her from leaving. I'd screwed up, I realize that, but I can't lose her.' She turned back, halfway down the steps, her eyes cold, shockingly unlike her. "Why should I stay? You don't care about me." "I do! Jenny, I love you!" My voice was so smooth, I wasn't sure if I believed me. "No, if you loved me, you'd act like it. People don't treat those they love the way you treat me." I clenched my fists. "You don't understand. I didn't mean to, you mean everything to me." She shook her head, her eyes slightly softer. "I've already given you three chances. For my sake, I can't give you a fourth. I'm worth more than how you see me, I know that now. I won't let you take that from me again." "I can do b...

This is telling the same story as my flash fiction piece by the same title,  Angel Soul . It is written in the base form of a Kyrielle Sonnet, with four quatrains instead of three. She stepped to the edge of her world Cloaked in night, her mind would not quell Wails everlasting, endless woe And as she spread her wings, she fell Exhaustion stole away her Life, desolate of all as well Not a spark of soul to recur And as she spread her wings, she fell Jagged rocks and frigid waves await Silver moon in her gaze a spell Cloud blown in efflorescent fate And as she spread her wings, she fell Lone tear in fate to defy Soft breeze her calm fear to dispel A smile to death for angels fly And as she spread her wings, she fell She stepped to the edge of her world And as she spread her wings, she fell

Continued from  Poems #41-50 . #51 Blurring at the edges, A broken promise A cracked heart Tears to fill a river From a shattered soul #52 Echo beyond this moment The last vestiges of life and love Still faint traces in the mist Yet soon to be overtaken In all but the heart of death #53 Memories of desire mourn In the moonless night of sorrow Hope and joy now dead and gone #54 Memories of harmony turn Soundless in the air of lust Passion oppressive over the silence Greed floods a world devoid of beauty #55 Pain whispers before dawn Night air laden with agony Shards of moonlight pierce the sky To dance amongst the stars #56 Memories of discord cry Damned be the new world Filled with harmony and peace #57 Spirits of harmony sing To fill the air with notes Of love, light, and hope To banish the oppressive dark #58 Memories of love embrace Before the dawn breaks Relishing in the night's peace #59 Dance echoes 'neath the cloudless sk...

My debut poetry collection is now available on  Amazon  and  Smashwords ! On the Doorstep of Dreams   is a short collection of poetry focusing on the fragility and resilience of life. These poems take the reader on a journey across the seasons, showcasing the true depth of emotions that are present in the natural world. Day and night both feature to offer different takes on the same thoughts and feelings. In the end, this collection highlights the shred of hope that is present in even the darkest of times. Now available on Amazon in  paperback form !

Continued from  Poems #31-40 . #41 The seasons of pain sleep in the air Saturating all that can be felt Lying in wait to Invade even the happiest of times #42 Waves of harmony hurt after the storm Chaos electric in the air Remaining long past the clearing of the clouds The battle of the world's duality #43 The seasons of desire vanish under a cloudless sky Burned away by relentless sun Crying out in agony Begging for the moon's return #44 Evening echo in the cold earth Stars sparse in the emerging Night of the new moon Desolate winter hollows the silence #45 The sounds of death Rejoice in the moonless night World wrapped in silence As a blanket of pain Steals the joy away #46 Seasons - tormentor of dreams Dreams - bane of death and blood of life Life - fragile essence of all #47 Time passes as night blooms Starflowers hold silver pools Of moonlight as the stars emerge Twinkling high above as they dot the sky As down below, the night co...