~ The Doors ~
I am the wandering wayward soul; I am left lost in despair, walking on through darkness and mist's veil. I travel alone dragging my sword down decrepit old hallways through vales of death. I was taken from light and warmth and the love I once had, and taken to this desolate place. Depressed and with little will to move I trudged along the pathways. Searching. Hoping with little hope I had left in myself. After all it was my fault that I ended up in a place that must have been my hell. The scars that I had, compared to the ones I'd eventually get were nothing...I followed a wisp of light th
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The Doors:Hellish Raiment pt1
That day I was surrounded by light and warmth and then I was pushed right into a world of complete darkness and cold; with no solace, the air rank with death and the walls smeared with blood a sudden sense of bleakness over took me. I walked a little bit and the long hallways of ruined buildings changed, but the feelings did not. Bleak hallways to dark swamps and famine spread lands so changed to old rotting woods back to crumbling walls. Hours went by to days, days to weeks and so on till I came upon a hallway that seemed to continue on forever. I walked down the hallway for awhile till I came upon a normal wooden door. When
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The Doors:Hellish Raiment pt2
For a time I stopped a little, I knew my light was some where I just had to find it. I stopped at another door; this one was gray and was etched in a familiar shape, bones? I sighed heavily and then I tried to open it. When I did the door swung open and I fell in and then I knew why the door was etched in bones, I had landed on many discarded bones and I got a cut on my left arm. This cut was a big long gash, I would have for awhile. Foolish was I to enter a door that was adorn with etched bones, I looked around the room and say cobwebs and bones every where. I was bleeding badly so I wrapped it in cloth now it only dripped o
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It seemed at this time; and I hoped for it not to be true, that everyone and everything forsakes me, even including G-d. I continued on however for sanities sake. I picked another door however this time the door was etched with a unique motif, a sun in the middle but the edges looked like ice, but the whole door was tinted purple. So I entered anyways, inside was warmer than anyone door I had entered before. It led me to a different place, valleys and streams and a beautiful sky. Something seemed wrong, it was all happy but a sordid sense of unbelievably over came me. So I wandered in, forged for food, and washed my clothing and
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The Doors:Hellish Raiment pt4
Turning to see that the last wolf had turned itself into a very stunning female opponent, she unleashed a furry of hand to hand attacks, that left me in surprised and in a stupor. Amazingly this beautiful, blued eyed fighter had caught me off guard; truly I was at a disadvantage trying to block her speed attacks. Her style unique was higher and more advanced than mine, I blocked what I could. After she stopped a combo id try to counter with my own, but always being cut off mid attack when shed unless a flurry of vicious strikes and blows. She eventually tired and beat me down to a knee, to which I held my side and my face, and wen
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The Doors:Hellish Raiment End
So it seemed I was out of danger, but I was still not in heaven and away from hell. Still wandered across that meadow of dread I realized or remembered it was if I had died or went into a coma. Lost and bewildered along my way. Sat stranded away from sanity, but kept insanity at bay. I see the scars and watch them fade away but no emotions towards many of them for those tears had dried away, to be replaced by a series of newer ones. This was real, the pain existed I know it, Ive been haunted by it for so long. I suffer from past mistakes and regrets, to which I know Im not perfect and I never will be, no one is,
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The Doors: Chained Sanity PT1
And so begins Chained Sanity;
Walking on to gaze upon the rundown castle walls were an
incredible sight to be held. Forgetting I was chasing and being
hunted at the same time; troublesome as it seemed I was
completely oblivious to it. I entered the domain that used to
be a castle, the doorway worn and rotting was etched in a
unique flare. A sun in the middle manifested the light strewn
onto the wooden world below. I cautiously entered noticing
nothing was beyond the entry way waiting for me. The walls were
streaked with a purple tint as if burnt, by some awkward means.
I do not remember exactly what happened next, as to say may