Lights Drive My Soul Novels & Stories

Exactly like my father. Yet when I'm around Trish, she guides me back to the light. I don't feel those dark urges and the heaviness that weighs down on my soul lessens. She's a light and I'm drawn to her goodness. It's like she's the only one who can help me exorcize these demons that are slowly taking over.

I step one foot on the ax and ask, "Sir, what is this spotlight for?" He staggers as he stands and casually answers, "Oh, that? What else do you think is the purpose of its light?" "... Highlight?" "That's right. You are the highlight of all chaos around you. And I, I am always watching you in the dark." The light suddenly diverts from me and he attacks with another ax! I crossed the table and he struck it out of his way. The light is moving unsteadily and somehow, I think, I have to chase that light to fight him! "You will always seek that highlight because that is what you are."

tanong niya. Kinamot ko ang batok ko bago sumagot sa kaniya. "Late na ako nakauwi, wala ng toda. I decided na maglakad na lang pauwi pero nang makita ko 'to on my way, I felt like somebody's calling my soul." I said and joked the last part although it is half meant. "Delikadong pumupunta ka doon mag-isa. Especially super late na you should think first before doing something—" I cut him off.

That's just me, a complete chaos of emotions. As the lights from the overhead lamp of my bathtub gets dimmer, I could no longer feel pain but a wave of peace like I was on heroine. I feel floating, I was lighter and as the lights start to flicker out, I let out a sigh and a smile - remembering my plan and how I will destroy all their lives. This is my end but only the beginning of my revenge. The letters. I took my last breath and then, darkness.

The darkness would claim victory. I shut my eyes and reached beyond the stabbing pain in my ribs, beyond the searing heat of the gashes carved into my back. Deeper still, I searched for the very center of my soul, for that tiny, uncorrupted spark neither light nor darkness could touch. This was the part of me that belonged only to us.

"Close your eyes. Feel the breeze. Listen to the howls of wild souls. Open your heart and mind. Talk to them, no matter what happens. The fire in the cloth cannot be lost. Once you lost the fire in the fabric of the cape, the souls will not be able to awaken, and maybe our lives become a substitute. Never let yourself float in the air. More so, convince them to lend you their power," he said so I nodded and started the steps.

Sit modus deam benedicat animabus illorum sub lucem hyacintho luna est scriptor Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam” (From the deep of the spirit, who has never fallen asleep, do good to me. The spirits of the air were foul and black. It is not a pleasant thing to be kind to me. Passion and thought with the spirit of the anger against the destruction provided that it is them to me. The Spirit of the cold and the frost by the phantoms of crime and vice do good to me. May The moon goddess bless the luna' soul under the light of the blue moons)

I turn, dropping a gentle kiss on his cheek, hoping and praying he makes it tonight. Then I press my cheek to his stubbled one, just needing him to feel that he has a reason to live. I’m relying heavily on these sparks to ignite his soul and tether him here where he belongs. I hum the song my dad used to sing before finding myself singing the last few lines of the little lullaby that felt all too fitting for where we are. “Even when the night is too dark, find your way back home to me. I’ll light your way with little lights. My love will help you see.” My words fill the empty night, echoing back to me on a gentle breeze.

In the silence of night, where darkness reigns A light flickers softly, a beacon that remains A light of guidance, of hope and peace A shining star, that the heart can release In the depths of the soul, where emotions reside A voice whispers softly, a gentle, loving tide A tide of compassion, of empathy and kindness true A heart that beats strongly, with a love that shines through In the realm of eternity, where time stands still A mystic whisper echoes, a timeless, endless thrill A thrill of discovery, of wonder and might A journey through the ages, where love shines bright.

"Exactly. Rumor has it his company's cash flow is dead in the water, he's swamped with debt, and now he's probably homeless." My hand, holding a champagne flute, hesitated for a split second. I had not expected his downfall to come so swiftly. Out of nowhere, the lights in the hall dimmed. Elliott was on stage, his eyes finding mine. "Jo," he said, my name alone hanging in the air, "people often ask me about the greatest, most pride-worthy thing I've ever done." He paused, letting the suspense build, then went on. "There's only ever been one answer, and that's meeting you."