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A blank canvas hung across the wall, crisp and clean. Not a single mark upon its virgin skin. Onlookers begin to gather, flooding the hall, taking their seats and snickering to themselves.
The sound of creaking doors halt their conversations. Silence captures the scene as two figures enter. One of black and the other of white. Both carried themselves with grace as they entered from either side.
“Welcome again,” the dark figure bellowed, turning towards the eager audience, “Life has been created once more and so again we must duel.” Darkness was her name.
Light, the white figure speaks, “Shall we begin?”
“Now, now,” Darkness chuckled, “I won’t let you win.”
Both stared into each other’s eyes, willing the other to show a sign of vulnerability, to glance away.
“I will not let this child’s life fall into your hands,” responded Light. “I will keep her safe.”
With grief and pain etched into his eyes, Light smiled at the child he painted. “I promise.”
Light gained the upper hand and painted a happy childhood and school life, warding off any attempts Darkness made to intervene.
He would not allow her to add her mark upon the colour filled canvas.
Darkness kept to herself knowing full well to wait her turn. Or at least the opportune moment to strike. Darkness leapt upon Light and removed the brush from his hands. His magic faded instantly.
“My, how underhanded,” Light shrieked. “Return it at once!”
Darkness said nothing, a sly smile crept upon her lips. Dangling the stolen item inches away from its owner, she snapped the brush in two.
Light collapsed to his knees, his breathing laboured.
“Don’t fret, my dear.” She’ll be safe in my hands,” Darkness smirked and planted his brush upon the canvas. Black surged over colour and the life of the young girl, now a young woman raced into turmoil. Her job failed, she fell into debt and all Light could do was watch.
Darkness lifted her finger, her long bony finger, and tore down the centre of the canvas.
“She ends here,” Darkness teases, “and victory shall be mine.”
The woman in the painting lay in her room. No light managed to pry its way through the curtains. Her eyes glazed over as she pulled a kitchen knife towards her.
Darkness finished her stroke and the woman plunged the cold blade into her flesh. Red streamed from the canvas.
Darkness had won.
The onlookers applauded and left without a word. Their entertainment was over.
“You know, there is no good in this world,” Darkness mused. “This world is trapped in Limbo!”
She removed the painting and carried it to her side of the room. The wall filled with millions of life lines she had conquered.
On the other side, Light’s side, there hung two images.
“Until next time,” Darkness bid her foe adieu.
In a world trapped in darkness. Only darkness can win.
Avell Kro: I've only just started reading this, but I can see that this writer really knows her stuff. Her theme is painful and traumatic, and her sense of place is deep and strong. Being originally from Yorkshire myself the story resonates with me personally, but this is good writing. I look forward to com...
William Elliott Kern: Hey Lauren, enjoyed reading your book. Your story content and plot blend beautifully, with a few exceptions. think about describing your Characters, their surroundings, the location surroundings and such. But don't fret.........your work is really great and a few changes are normal. Keep writ...
Hayley: Beautiful story that has been well written. Something I will definitely read again. I loved how you could feel the tension between them and I loved the ending because It left it open to our imagination. I look forward to seeing to reading further stories by the same author.
ngonisiga: I am at loss for words in my attempt to descibe the sublimeness of this story. Kudos to you! I am so impressed at the way the story weaves itself from Navarre to England and back and finally to Sicily. You left me wanting more for this is the stuff dreams are made of in book lovers.
Jessica McAlpine: I fell in love easily with this story. In the beginning it reminded me of Studio Ghibli films where fantasy is mixed with some science, almost like steampunk but not.I continued to enjoy the world culture of The Shattered Girl. I especially love the idea of dwarves being seafaring folk instead of...
Deidre L. Swain: I understood where the story was going but the writing skills were lacking a lot. There are some places that had no flow. The plot was good which is what kept me reading the whole story. I think the author shows promise. They just need to tighten up on their skills to really get it going
ArgyrisMetaxas: Thrilling story which builds layer ontop of layer. A few mis spellings every few chapters.What I found special was that it took a modern day problem and took it to its logical conclusion and plays this realism with gritting precision. I'm always on edge ready to shout from adrenaline. This is gre...
Patrick Johns: The Prince was an exciting read. I enjoyed the spoiled bratty protagonist and his drastic change through out the story. The world building was well though out and clear. The author did a great job painting a picture for the reader without having a map. I liked the connection to real life leaders....
Colin Milroy: To begin, I don't think that the first review of this story was fair at all. Based on the popularity of this story, I would say the one-star review hasn't done much harm, but I still felt the need to address it. Now I will do my best to be constructive.I liked the concept of this story. I found i...