Poem Salvation Novels & Stories

It was a feeling that was hard to put into words, but it was a feeling that I knew I would never forget. And in that moment, I knew that our love would forever be the anchor that held us together, no matter what life brought our way. The harsh reality of waking up hit me like a ton of bricks. I lay in bed, feeling the emptiness of my arms, the silence of my room, and the dullness of the world without her by my side. It was all just a dream. A POETIC DREAM

That day, I cut off all contact with Sam and Pera. Seamus had once become my only safe haven, my only salvation, and it was only now that I finally understood how wrong I had been—he was never my savior at all, but the one who had truly killed my father. Just then, the door was pushed open so abruptly it nearly struck me, and Seamus froze as a flicker of shock crossed his eyes. He demanded what I was doing there, and I replied calmly that I had only wanted to talk, that he seemed busy, and that we could speak later.

Susan's parents had divorced too, and they had each built their separate families since, leaving her all by herself—she felt all the more lonely during festive seasons. I was the one who married her and gave her a family so she no longer had to wander, and now, she realized once more that she was scared of divorce and didn't want her new family to break up. But it was too late. I called for my mentor for the prayer rites, so my son could pass into the afterlife sooner. When he was done, he looked at me, and then at Susan. Smiling ever so faintly, he poked the center of Susan's forehead. "Even the most venomous snakes never eat their children. After such sacrilege, it's time you become mortal

"I am so sorry. I brought you back. I led you to war. I caused these deaths. This is my fault. My failure. My sin. I am sorry. So sorry. So very sorry." Spring found her. Held her. Comforted her. "No," Spring said firmly. "This is not your fault. Not your failure. Not your sin. You did not cause this. The fragments caused this. The pieces of nothing that refused to accept existence caused this. You saved us. You led us. You gave us a chance to survive. Without you, all of us would be erased. All of us would be gone. All of us would be nothing. You saved half of us. That is victory. That is success. That is everything. Do not carry guilt. Do not bear shame. Do not accept blame. You saved us.

Saviour /ˈseɪvjə/ noun 1. a person who saves someone or something from danger or difficulty. "politicians of the era usually portray themselves as the nation's saviours" (i2. n Christianity) God or Jesus Christ as the redeemer of sin and saver of souls. ____________________________________________________________________ 22 / 12 / 2021 I hear a loud pounding on the door that wakes me up from my nap – I had fallen asleep , and though I only slept for a few minutes I feel absolutely miserable and hot.

Together, hand in hand, we would walk happily into the rest of our lives. [The End.]

And I craved him. I looked down at my swollen belly, running my hands over the small bump. You are my salvation, I thought, feeling the tiny life inside. And you are my damnation. I finished the eggs, swallowed the vitamin, and lay back against the silk sheets. The penthouse was silent, cold, and beautiful. I had been saved from the gutter. But as the hours crawled by, and the daylight turned to dusk, I realized I was just waiting for the monster to come home and claim me.

He paused, taking a deep breath, "He saved me. I was held at gunpoint that day, but he pushed me out of the way and took the bullet. He's not a bad guy; he's just an injured soul in need of a guiding light to pull him out of the darkness he's trapped in. “And I'm absolutely sure that you're the only person who can be that light for him." After finishing the food, Luca went down to pursue his work but here I was sitting beside Romeo, debating my feelings, Luca's words echoed in my mind. "Thank you for taking care of him, Julia. I truly believe you're too pure for this world." I let out a heavy sigh, questioning myself whether I truly deserved such praise. Unsureness clouded my thoughts, but a

Moonlight began to fill the courtyard and as moonlight touched the men, Chloe wasn't gawking at muscles anymore. The three soldiers began howling, their voices neither human nor wolf, but full of terror and pain. Blake fell to his knees, Joel and Evan writhing on the ground as though they were being burned alive. They pawed at their faces, scratching and tearing at the skin as fur started to appear. The older wolves stood in a protective circle. She could see Arthur kneel, whispering words of encouragement. Whatever he said seemed to help, as they stilled their hands, but their howling continued.