Do Not Go Gentle Into The Night Novels & Stories

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

By 4:00 PM, the blinding hot anger that had carried me away from the plaza of the Kane Empire had settled into the center of my chest. The tears had dried on my cheeks, leaving tight, itchy tracks across my skin that I cleaned away with the sleeve of my oversized knit sweater. I didn't look in the mirror this time. I already knew what was there: a girl who had sold her dignity for a single night, now forced to pay the price in blood, sweat, and secrecy.

He couldn't think of anything at all. He got up and walked over to the table for a glass of water. But when he picked up the flask, it was completely empty. A knot began to form between his brows. Whenever he used to reach for his cup, the water inside had always been at just the perfect temperature. Then it hit him—I wasn't there anymore. Just as he was about to call for Bill, Katrina's cries echoed from downstairs. Ethan quickly materialized in Katrina's room. Inside was a mess, while she lay limp on the floor, her body covered in red rashes.

’ I silently utter to myself like a prayer. Demonica starts to walk towards the gate with her lovely red gown and red 3 inch glass pumps. She really look like a model and pretty gorgeous to, if it’s not for the fact that she is no longer a person since she sold herself to the darkness. Not to mention that scary dark aura surrounding her. “No! Help us!” I heard some screams as we enter the gate and my eyes widen seeing many things scattered on the road and the houses are ransacked and wrecked.

Just once. “Let the world burn.”

“Come home and claim what you were born for—or burn in the trying.” The city didn’t sleep that night... It waited.

Why, I’ve been grasping for Signs of you everywhere I go The birds repeat me, And the whales lament Singing the ache I feel That I cannot heal Darling, in the night I’ve searched for you, calling you The moon never answers and Neither does the sea Can you hear me Where you are? Can you feel me In the dark? The cicadas scream for me, And the lions roar Begging the way I cannot Pleading you’re not caught Darling, in the night I’ve searched for you, calling you The moon never answers and Neither does the sea Please leave me not behind Come back and I promise I’ll be kind I’ll be kind’

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I would let the darkness take me and be the nothing that I was. I made it across the parking lot to the street corner. Another look around showed the streets empty of cars, of people, of all life. How could it be this empty? It was only midnight. Didn't anyone go out at night at all? Why was our store open so late if no one came out this way anyway?

The evening breeze was gentle, carrying the fresh scent of early summer plants growing. In the courtyard below, children laughed and ran around. Elderly residents strolled leisurely. Life flowed on in its most ordinary and solid form. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. The three months after Arya's death, which had been full of her family's scheming, were like a long, oppressive nightmare. Thankfully, I had woken up. Wounds would scab over, pain would fade, and the lessons I learned would stay with me, making me stronger and wiser going forward. Night fell, and the city lights came on. I went back inside and turned on the lights. Warm illumination instantly filled the ent