She can still remember the way his teeth looked in his head when he first
Smiled at her
They were white, white as hell, and reflected the universe and the god
That may or may not
Be there at all
She couldn’t take her eyes off him—he was so damn lovely that her eyes
Didn’t want to look
Anywhere else
Unless he was there
He made her feel safe—his universe-reflecting smile and his all-knowing eyes
She felt like she
Could trust him
With her life and
Entire being
Her alpha, and her omega.
Her beginning, and her end.
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Allison Jones
My name is Mary Allison Jones and I'm currently a Junior Writing major at West Virginia Wesleyan College in Buckhannon, WV. My track is poetry, and I'm a poet by trade. I also dabble in short fiction. I live with my fiance and our two cats.
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The Darkest Eclipse
Eclipse of darkness; an entity that creeps in every few decades, to steal the memories of the enlightened ones. These people were called The Chosen Ones. They were extraordinary people, with divine destiny's. They each possessed memories so powerful, that they could change the fabric of existence. The god of death could not have that, so it would alter the universe by creating a being, that was not good, nor evil, but had a duty embedded into its very essence.
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