- Joined
- Nov 18, 2010
- Location
- NY
Submission to Authority
It was a cold, gelid night in the Winter time up in the city. The streets were empty and silent. The homeowners must've been spending Christmas early this year as it was only December 16th.
Desmond had been out for an evening stroll, looking up into the night sky as puffs of white snow powdered the concrete below. He watched as street lamps flickered, screen doors bumped and rattled against the shops they belonged to, and slowly lights went off in each building.
Desmond was left alone after his mother and father had abandoned him at birth in front of a church.
For some reason, Desmond had been... different. And he was taken in by a monastery who tried to cleanse him of his 'sins', though that had been about enough for Desmond, and when he hit the mere age of twelve, he ran away.
Now Desmond was nineteen and resided in Honesdale, Pennsylvania where he on a night like this had nothing to do but search for some reason why not to end his life.
He pondered this thought long and hard until a distant aroma of... flowers, was it? -had drifted into his keen lupine-like senses.
Desmond peered around the corner where a block over a girl walked the desolate streets as he did. She appeared to be around his age if not a bit younger, and he took it upon himself to search this one's soul, and engage her in a socially accepted conversation to see if she was the one. The girl seemed fragile and almost a little troubled at the moment, clutching her school books firmly in one arm and dragging her purse around in the other.
Desmond made his move and slowly walked up the street she was on.
Desmond had been out for an evening stroll, looking up into the night sky as puffs of white snow powdered the concrete below. He watched as street lamps flickered, screen doors bumped and rattled against the shops they belonged to, and slowly lights went off in each building.
Desmond was left alone after his mother and father had abandoned him at birth in front of a church.
For some reason, Desmond had been... different. And he was taken in by a monastery who tried to cleanse him of his 'sins', though that had been about enough for Desmond, and when he hit the mere age of twelve, he ran away.
Now Desmond was nineteen and resided in Honesdale, Pennsylvania where he on a night like this had nothing to do but search for some reason why not to end his life.
He pondered this thought long and hard until a distant aroma of... flowers, was it? -had drifted into his keen lupine-like senses.
Desmond peered around the corner where a block over a girl walked the desolate streets as he did. She appeared to be around his age if not a bit younger, and he took it upon himself to search this one's soul, and engage her in a socially accepted conversation to see if she was the one. The girl seemed fragile and almost a little troubled at the moment, clutching her school books firmly in one arm and dragging her purse around in the other.
Desmond made his move and slowly walked up the street she was on.