|Journals of Evan Aeolus
Author: Oliver Fitzgerald PM
These are fictional journal entries of a man named Evan Aeolus. He has some problems and the journals follow a mystery that the reader may not understand after reading just one journal. I'll try to add more as I write them.Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Adventure - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,218 - Published: 01-30-13 - id: 3096857
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I feel silly writing these journals. No one will be reading them, but they keep me together. I haven't given in for five days, but my body yearns to go back. The voice calls my name, but I have grown to shut it out.
I am still in the mountains, I feel safer up here, no one to harm. The wolves no longer bother me, just the cold. The snow is so deep up here that it comes up to my thighs. I try to only travel during the day because every night a dangerous blizzard comes by and kills anything outside. I try to find shelter in rocks or caves.
Today I saw the most beautiful sight. High above the ground, I had the sight of a god. The ground far below was clearly visible, and the town just below the mountain was so small I could cover it up with my thumb. The sun shinned bright above the clouds setting fire to the sky, and lighting the snow up as if they were sparkling white grains of sand.
I smiled. I actually smiled today. The sight was just so unreal, and it raised my spirits for the first time in weeks. But just like everything comes to an end, so did this sight. The sun fell behind the horizon and the sky went black. I looked back down at the town, at the spot it used to be but there was nothing but black.
I heard a voice whisper into my ear. It was a raspy hiss that sounded demonic yet soothing. I recall the words clearly, "Everything comes to an end."
Now I sit here in a cold cave trying my hardest to stay warm beside this fire. My coat is torn to tatters and soaking wet. I feel safe up here, but at this rate I may not live long enough. I fear I must go into town.
I suppose if I just go in for a quick visit. There will be no harm in that surely? I will need to keep my wits up. If one little thing goes wrong I could go to the dark and nothing would stop me from unleashing hell-like fury upon so many innocent individuals.
I know tonight I'll dream. I'll dream of the men and women I have murdered. I'll dream of the children. Those children. I'll dream of the children that stood no chance against me. I'll dream of nightmares.
And what of Jen? The woman that I spend every moment thinking about. The woman that only one month ago was to marry me. The woman that only one month ago I betrayed.
Yes, tonight I'll dream. I'll dream of a way that I can end my nightmare. I'll dream of a way to end this horrific fate that was cruelly given to me. Because I know, deep in my heart, that all things come to an end, and so too will my curse.
Wait for me Jennifer. I'll be home.