POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot πΉ
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Chapter 13
Blank Slate?: A Midnite Short Story
Blank Slate: A Midnite Short
Isak wanted to be summoned again, his phantom body was tired of floating between realms and every time that damn βGravesβ dame wore his signet ring, he hoped she would twist it and bring him back into her realm.
Isak cast a long shadow between realms as a hunter of vagrant souls, so long was his shadow that all but the βKeepersβ of the realms were under his throes and dealing with needless prey in these realms could hardly be considered sport.
The problem with being brought into the human realm was their damn fleshy bodies as they tended to break easily, they did have the best weapons though, he grinned remembering that time he used a Katana hunting that poor Joseph soul, clicking his tongue inside his phantom skull, stupid witch brought him back and that aggravated him more.
He felt his body being pulled and something tugging on his soul like a magnet attracting a valuable metal, Isak was pulled up chest first to the ceiling of the realm, through ashen air and ink black clouds to the crimson heavens, there he floated, grinning waiting for permission to come through.
His deep eyes flashed the deepest black, βtwist the damn ringβ.
Isakβs phantom body shook and his soul started to lurch trying to find a suitable host to inhabit, βThere!β his teeth chattered and the sky turned into a velvety starry void, he saw this realmβs moon as his phantom body fell to βearthβ.
His phantom body reached out finding the ends of the fingers and toes of this host, Isak had done this many times, it wasnβt his most liked thing but it was necessary, his fingertips and toes found their edges, he grinned, wondering what body his soul had chosen
He sat up and found himself in the Midnite City morgue, steel draws and tables all around him, with effort he picked up a steel medical kidney dish and looked for a reflection, his soul shrunk at what he saw and also lost control of his motor functions.
The reflection was that of the resident Midnite City zombie, Carl, his face stared back at him.
Carl grumbled, βFuckβ
β¦.
I love you baby