Immortal
Skin assuming a glacial chill and pallor, her pulse collapsed again and again despite my resistance. Death needs no invitation for there is no one who could deny, for long, his occupancy. I knew that he would come, for he has stripped my heart of every possibility. Yet even as I kneel upon this granite altar, an ancient man, he does not claim me. I, as Methuselah, am tied to the earth and shall within her womb remain unfinished. When she is gone the universe will turn my ashes into tempestuous stars that I may be birthed, a hostage, again.
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Requiem
She fell upon the wind like a carrion. Her soul so deeply entrenched that on him she unwittingly preyed. He could find no diversion, for her absence possessed such an abiding presence. In every stranger he discerned an inferior semblance and in every sunset the promise of eternal sleep.
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So devoted were his hands to grief that he could find no reason to persevere.
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In the shadow of an obelisk, he composed the final verse of a joint requiem. Suicide was but a formality for in truth he was already dead and beside her coffin, his was sympathetically placed.
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My first attempt at a 100 word story not an easy task as I tend toward excess
mindlovemisery 
Good effort I say. !00 words is a good challenge but not always easy. You have done very well. You have expressed emotion very well. (I never know what to call you, mlm seems so impersonal) Michael
I use Yves =) Thank you very much!
Ok thanks Yves will do
Both are achingly beautiful – you capture such strong, universal themes! 🙂 🙂
Awww thank you Helen!
Even your narratives have a wonderful lyrical quality that makes the experience of reading them feel very poetic. Enjoyed the stories very much. 🙂
Thank you Sonya what a beautiful thing to say =)
some really solid lines in this…the grief/hands, wind/carrion lines…nice close as well…the devotion, but the feeling of being dead without her…i hear that…
I don’t think I would ever survive the death of Sam
I think you did wonderfully, Yves!! The one line about being already dead really got to me. (Applause). 🙂
Thank you so much Skye =)
poetic, lyrical 100 words – emotional treasures, if I may say. Beautiful, lush prose, Yves (i hope I can call you Yves, too)
Thanks so much! Of course you may what do I call you?
Inner Zone, IZ should do 🙂 Glad to meet you Yves , he he!
Greetings Inner Zone!
100 words only is a hefty challenge, but you excelled as usual. I swear, reading this, then remembering your poems – it’s like there is no way of telling which is better when both mediums sound so damn good!
Awww thank you I feel a little more iffy about my story-telling skills
Oh! Great imagery… and the word craftsmanship of your writing is impeccable. Wonderful! 🙂
Thank you so much wow!
Beautiful and extremely appealing in creativity. Thanks for sharing my friend.
What a beautiful thing to say thank you =)