The Devil's Saint: Chapter one by StAugustine, literature
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The Devil's Saint: Chapter one
I wish that I could've said good-bye...
A mysterious figure walked up to the slain mother and her child. She wore a cloak that was completely black and her eyes were as cold as ice. She folded her arms and looked down upon the child as if he was a lower species---which was actually the case---ignoring the rain running down her long black hair like a stream.
"I don't understand why we just don't kill him now," She said.
Another cloaked figure approached, this time having glistening light blonde hair. Her eyes were not as cold as the previous figure, but had somewhat of a more fierce burn to them.
"You know what Lucifer said S
The Devil's Saint: Chapter 2 by StAugustine, literature
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The Devil's Saint: Chapter 2
"Life's tough buddy," said the man behind the bar.
"Tell me about it," said Augustine as he took another sip of his drink.
"Been taking care of my self and living on my own since I was thirteen. I'd say I'm doing pretty well."
"Is that so?" remarked the barkeep as he put away a glass and began to clean another one. "What about your family?"
Augustine took another drink and without even looking at the bartender replied, "What about 'em? My mother was killed when I was three and I don't even know who my old man is."
The bartender's wrinkled face turned into a frown as he replied, "Oh.....that's some terrible luck there. I'm sorry." He too
"Hello, is anybody here?"
Augustine was standing near the front doors of Old Memories and was looking around, taking in all of his surroundings. There didn't seem to be anybody aloft because the only thing he could hear was the soft "tick-tock" of an old grandfather clock. To his left were stairs leading to the upper levels of the building, and to the right of them was a doorway to what appeared to be the main room of the building's first floor. Augustine walked into the doorway and came into a room that had a fireplace---a fire burning strongly in it; a big, dark blue, comfortable-looking couch in the center that was placed on a large blue
Chapter 4: Unlikely Opponent by StAugustine, literature
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Chapter 4: Unlikely Opponent
Augustine was awakened by the sound of thunder. It was late morning, and as he looked outside, he saw that it was raining heavily, and the sky was almost black with the storm clouds. Falling back onto the bed, tried to go back to sleep, but no matter how hard he tried; it seemed that it was no use. He went to look for his clothes and found that they had been taken. In their place, was a pair of wide legged blue jeans and a black, long sleeved shirt. The sleeves were so long that at the sides they almost went down to just above his knees. He pulled out his necklace from underneath it, and then walked out of the room and down the stairs. The th
Suffocated by Loneliness by StAugustine, literature
Literature
Suffocated by Loneliness
Suffocated by loneliness……
I reach for the hand that isn't there
Somebody to take my loneliness away
But it would seem my loneliness is special;
An incurable disease of my mind
The last bit of hope remains within.
It's always the hardest to snuff out….
I dream of one day where I can breathe,
And where happiness isn't just in fairy-tales
But do dreams really ever come true?
Do we settle for materialistic imitations instead?
My mind dreams, my body lives, will I ever be whole?
Or will I remain torn apart by these two destinies?
What is my name? What is a name?
Is it something that makes you happy upon hearing?
Or maybe despair u
Wake up
It's time for a new day, but don't cry, because every day has its end
Shower up
Wash it all away, whether it be your scars of the past, or maybe your fears of the future
Eat up
You'll need something to live off of, if you don't you will wonder why you never did in the first place
Work up
Work makes the time go faster, even though they say not to wish time away, for it goes too fast already
Finish up
Ever day has an end. The events of that day will stay in your head. You will wonder how to fix things, or how to screw them up
Sleep up
The end. At least until the marrow. Do you want it to come? Are you afraid? Are you alone? D