Poem Afterglow Novels & Stories

The reflection catches in the glass, catches with the rain, with the rain, with the storm. I see my own eyes, and the intensity of the glow surprises me. The intensity of the glow terrifies me. The intensity of the glow is everything. It is. It is. I don’t look away. I watch. I see. I know. It is raw and painful and bright and unbearably human. I don’t look away. I don’t. I don’t.

Since having her straddle me wasn't exactly easy for me seeing as my mind was in the gutter. "Let me show you something." I tell her. I don't wait for a reply as I shadow us out of the room and on the castle tower. I watch Maeve's expression turn to one of amazement as she took in the night sky. "Wow. So beautiful." "It looks so close." She mutters referring to the moon. Night time was the most beautiful in Cressida. The stars and moon always shun bright and also seemed so close that you feel you can touch it.

She was beginning to feel like it may surge out of her at any moment. Adam could see her now, and his eyes locked on her. As soon as they did several more wolves made their way out of the woods and began to surround her. Amaris stepped further forward now, knowing that there was no reason to hide now that they knew where she was. As soon as she was in the clearing she was out in the full moon light. She could feel a tingling sensation through her fur. She suddenly felt at peace, even though Gran was still captive and so were the four wolves. She knew she had to get them free and get out of here. She was now surrounded. Two of the wolves were trying to slip in closer. Amaris saw them and grow

she replied before leaving the room. Rohan stared at the closed door and then walked back to the window. As he gazed into the distance, observing the bustling market, children playing, and parents chatting, the phrase "a breath of fresh air" echoed in his mind. His thoughts drifted back to Avery. "I hope you're right, dear sister," he whispered to himself.

The words were a piercing cry of desperation, a plea wrung from the depths of my being. The world seemed to freeze. My life hung in the balance, the pain, the fear, and the love for my daughter consuming me. The stages of grief had compressed into a whirlwind of emotions as the timer ticked down. At that moment, the world seemed to grind to a halt. Time slowed, and I couldn't hear anything. I became numb. The time bomb's ominous countdown displayed a mere 5 minutes left. I had lost all hope. I noticed only the approaching, blinding light, and I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness my entry into the afterlife, if this indeed was heaven and I was truly gone.

Adrian read aloud from a well-loved paperback filled with poems she discovered beneath forgotten journals. The poems were archaic, formal in tone, yet they resonated profoundly with both of them. Occasionally, Adrian would pause—not to turn the page, but to simply gaze at her. There was no calculation in his look, no worries—only awe and a quiet sense of gratitude. She remained silent, intertwining her fingers with his, allowing the lines of the poems to express what needed no words. As evening approached, the house glowed once more. The sun sank low in the sky, casting warm golden rays through the nursery windows. Dust motes spun lazily in the air, catching the light like the tiny constella

The forest parted for me that night Not with fear With recognition As if it remembered who I was before even I did The deeper I walked, the quieter the world became Until there was nothing And then, on the horizon The cathedral of echo waited Its doors pulsing with silver light

In the quiet. In the warmth. In the place they’d made just for him. 🩸 Afterglow and Dread The room had settled into a soft, hazy stillness. The coals in the fireplace glowed low, casting flickering orange across bare skin and tangled limbs. The five of them lay in a loose pile on Elara’s oversized bed—comforter kicked to the foot, sheets twisted and damp from earlier exertions. Sweat had dried into a faint salt sheen on everyone. Breath came slow now, deep and even, the frantic rhythm of release giving way to the quiet cadence of afterglow.

Seraphina’s POV With the first light of dawn casting a golden hue over the Ethereal Glade, the three of us stood at the edge of a new beginning. The air shimmered with possibility, and the remnants of darkness felt like a distant memory a testament to the strength we held within us. The birds began to sing, their melodies intertwining with the rustling leaves, creating a symphony of rebirth. “Now what?” Althea asked, her brow furrowed in thought as she gazed at the shimmering pool, which now reflected the rising sun like a mirror of hope.

It was only two streets away from the beach, and the sunset promised to be one to remember. She walked down the stairs and on the tricky pebbles up to the shore, were she sat, face to the west. Without stopping to think about it, she grabbed her tablet from her bag and opened the notepad to write down the words that had been echoing inside her head all afternoon. When she was finished, she found out they were a full poem. "Tear yourself for ever apart Let the darkness hear your cry Weeping over forgotten moments Your mind keeps calling a life. "Let go of your precious sunsets