Death on Whore Street

Just a little something i wrote from a while back...lols..

M18 thank you very much! and noo..it's not porny -_-''

Portray a place in Singapore in a creative way, using themes such as fantasy, imagination and magic realism.

Death on Whore Street

She walked alone, decrepit eyes caught everything but nothing made sense to her. Strangers embraced her and bid her good day. Their names she remembered, empty words and nothing more. Just like those names, her heart, they resembled, cold, numb, a lifeless shell. She knew the way home, did she? Did she really know? And was that what it's called? Home, a word that did not belong. Home, a place, so real yet not. She lived a nightmare she could not awaken to. She was lost, in a place so familiar, that she had not belong.

Dazed and confused she staggered, passing neon lights and flashy signs. Filthy humans with desire filled eyes, all wanting her presence only to be forsaken. She walked, she stumbled, and she ran, desperate to get away from it all. Lost in despair, her body collapsed, never noticing the dark eyes that watched her.

Her bleeding heart faltered, missing a beat when she sensed him. For a moment, she thought the bleary lights were playing tricks on her eyes. It was then that she heard him, the sound of his faint footsteps approaching her slowly, his shallow breaths music to her ears. And as he got closer, she held her own with anticipation.

And then, with the sudden flicker of lights, she saw his glorious face, with the drafty winds in his obsidian hair, relishing in the moonlight. It was as if heaven had descended on earth. He's so perfect, so ethereal.

"I've finally found you," an alluring voice spoke.

And a beautiful smile graced his usually harsh demeanor.

'Oh gods, am I dreaming?' She thought.

She didn't want this to be a dream. Crystalline tears streamed down her face as she struggled to believe.

"Hush now, don't cry," he whispered while caressing her face.

His warm touch sent delightful shivers through her and she cast her teary eyes upon him. The moment she did so, she was so overwhelmed. His crimson eyes were filled with such intensity. They gazed upon her so passionately, lovingly, and longingly. An array of emotions flickered through his eyes at that moment, awing her, as she marveled under their scrutiny. Her tainted hands reached for his face hesitantly, brushing her fingertips on his pale, delicate skin. He then, graced her with a heart-warming smile.

'Oh, how long have I waited for this? For you to finally appear before me, for you to finally save me from my misery.' She pondered.

She embraced him so tightly, fearing that he would leave her, not daring to trust that this was real.

'Please, let this be real. Please, don't let this be a dream.' She prayed.

As if sensing her thoughts, he tilted her head up to meet his.

"You are not dreaming."

With that, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. Her soul, her mind, her body exploded from the intensity. Her spirits soared for she had found true happiness in escape. She kissed him back with equal fervor, so hungrily and eagerly, never wanting the moment to ever end.

After what seemed like an eternity, their lips parted, breaths shallow and cheeks flushed. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes that have clenched tight in apprehension. And to her horror, his body was dissipating. Her heart ceased to beat for the second time that night as she panicked helplessly. Her hands made futile attempts to grab whatever parts of him she could, only to grasp air. She cast disbelieving eyes on him, only to see a wicked smile on the remnants of his disappearing face.

'This can't be true. My mind's playing a cruel joke on me.'

"TAKE ME WITH YOU!" She screamed.

"Don't worry my love, I'll be expecting you shortly."

And just like that, he vanished. His whispered promises drowned by the echoes of her cries.

She screamed and cried till her throat was dry, and till her eyes became sore.

“Why…”

On the verge of surrendering to hopelessness, she hears the beginnings of a sorrowful melody, and it catches her in a relentless grip. Its music burns her skin and rips her soul, leaving behind sadistic comfort and nothingness. She starts to laugh with unabashed glee, as she welcomes the resonance of Death's melody.

Now, she lies alone in a sleazy alleyway, drenched from head to toe. The heavens were crying scarlet rain. For once again, another was lost to Death's warm embrace.

The End

Can you guess where this place in Singapore is?

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Geylang

lols did anyone get it? it's not a tragic love story ya know....da guy with obsidian hair and crimson eyes is a personification of death. and everything that happened is a figment of da whore's imagination because of her immense desire to escape. da entire kissing scene was just to emphasize the allure and temptation of death. fineee..maybe it was kinda porny lols...as for what really happened i'll leave it up to your own imagination..lols.

p.s Please do not copy my work!