Poem Afterglow Novels & Stories

In the night's quietude, I find release, My tears are a testimony, a plea for peace, A poem of emotions, a tapestry spun, My heart's journey beneath the stars and sun. So let the night sky hear my song, A melody of heartache, emotions strong, Abigail's feelings, like stars, shall burn, In the universe's vastness, my love shall return. ✍🏻🖊️✍🏻🖊️✍🏻🖊️

I spent all my life with you, and that makes it worth living. The edge of the flame licked Grace's flesh before it ruthlessly consumed her whole. Then, a faint, weak voice reverberated in the air. "The sky is bright, and the moon is so high. And precious Willow's sleep drew nigh."

Echoes Following the Tempest The battlefield now lay in an unsettling silence. Smoke wafted through the atmosphere, curling above shattered weapons and fallen soldiers. The once-lush Moonlit Vale had transformed into a desolate expanse of ash and blood. Yet, amidst the devastation, delicate rays of sunlight broke through the clouds — fragile yet tangible, akin to hope rekindled.

Elowen's POV The sprawling meadow behind the packhouse was in full, glorious bloom, a vibrant, living canvas stretching to meet the horizon. It was a wild ocean of soft lavender swaying gently in the moonlit breeze, dotted with the sun-kissed faces of daisies and the delicate chime of tiny bellflowers. The night was warm, thick with the lingering heat of a long, sun-drenched day, now steeped in that golden hush that only came with the deepest hours of summer. Fireflies, tiny living jewels, danced in slow, mesmerizing spirals through the tall grass, their ephemeral glow flickering like whispered magic, mirroring the silent, ancient pulse of the earth. Above, the stars shimmered—endless, etern

I instantly pushed them aside since I couldn't put them in jeopardy and so I closed my eyes to feel their enduring warmth. They even won't let me do it, which suggests that they are considerably stronger than I am. Even though I sobbed uncontrollably, what they said gave me hope that things could turn out well for us. “Solstice, this is the end of us. But maybe we cross paths again in the afterlife since I was aware that fate would eventually bring us together.” By the time I heard those, the world was illuminated by brilliant lights, and as the brightness faded, the dark, stormy clouds began to shine brightly once more. Despite my misery, I grinned.

His young voice slowly walked through the words that didn't have any meaning then- not like they did now. "It is not now as it hath been of yore;- turn wheresoe'er I may, by night or day- the things which I have seen, I now can see no more." The tiny flame was barely enough for him to make out the tarred words, but it was just enough to make the freezing nights a little warmer and the sour tasting days a sliver sweeter. The air was musty and tainted, but it was a common occurrence now. "The rainbow comes and goes, and lovely is the rose. The moon doth with delight look round her when the heavens are bare, waters on a starry night are beautiful and fair..."

I just wanted to be a free wind, to become the purest dust in this dark night. As the first ray of dawn pierced the mist on the horizon, my soul began to glow with a soft, cerulean light, carried on the salt-laced breeze. Bit by bit, it silently peeled away, dissipating. I dissolved into countless motes of crystalline dust, vanishing into the vastness of the world. There was no pain, no sorrow. This time, I was finally, and utterly, my own.

Not one fire anymore. Many small glows. All still burning. And that was the truest homecoming of all.

POV DARLENE The Eighth Layer of Entropy did not greet us with the abrasive grit of the Foundry or the hollow silence of the Archive. Instead, it unfolded like a blooming lotus of Reflective Opulence. As the silver-grey twilight of the Seventh Layer shattered, it was replaced by a horizon of infinite, liquid-silver mirrors that stretched into a distance where the sky and the ground were indistinguishable. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and cold ozone, a fragrance so sweet it felt like a physical weight pressing against my lungs, urging me to inhale until my very marrow turned to perfume.

In the hush, fireflies rose among lilies, twinkling like tiny promises: light survives, even where grave markers once stood. Ophelia closed her fingers around the ring, feeling its cool curve against her pulse. *Little star, we made it past dawn. Now we learn how bright daylight can be.* ---