Wordplay: The Reading Spot

One man's loss is another's gain... Up and above where we couldn't see Lay a whole world of opportunity; When down on the land, we feared the end of time In pride and glory lived the ones of the skies. These fair spirits lived simple lives Lives so fair, they didn't ever die They ignored us, and ignorance is bliss And that's how they missed our petty conflicts. Yet one day, all of this changed A young and pure spirit glanced down at our pains She proposed to others to intervene And help us fix the flaws she'd seen. The clouds were divided by the saw of opinion Some chose the spirit, others chose their pride The others saw us for what our acts were And chose to let us little sinners die. The sky erupted in a storm of chaos And darkened with the essence of negative thought Due to disagreements, the spirits became us And so, a violent path, in vain, was sought. Along with peace, hope was shed that day Who won the fight? Not one can say; But as their blood poured do...

  This post contains all three parts of "Beyond the Light", compiled and modified for your convenience and pleasure! I hope you like the story, and feel free to let me know your thoughts and suggestions in the comments section :) Enjoy! Chapter 1- The Chamber It had been three days since the mysterious, purple colored cardboard box was brought to the Calonian research facility, just a week after the Great war had ended. Egor and Anatoly would normally have discarded the box, but the mysterious purple fumes coming out of it compelled them not to. Ever since the box had been brought to their chamber, Egor and Anatoly had kept a constant check on it; its sudden vigorous movements, the way the fumes fused with the air, the often light pounding noises coming from within...they noted down all of it. Every detail was to be recorded, for they couldn't risk the possibility of letting out a potential spying device. The end of the war  didn't necessarily cancel out the chances o...

  Note: The countries referred to or mentioned in this story are entirely fictitious and weren't used with the intent to hurt any person's sentiments or to target any particular group of people. III. Disclosure It was a special night. Nina and Antin's parents had cooked their favorite dishes for dinner; and it most certainly suited the occasion: the twins had finished their school year, Mrs. Gregory had been approached by a new client, and Mr. Gregory considered being alive a reason enough to celebrate. Especially due to the fact that they'd managed to be unharmed throughout the war, and today was the day it'd all end. That night, dinner was attended by four humble smiles, each ready to begin a new phase in their life. 'This dinner was worth the wait', young Antin thought to himself as he was about to attack his borscht. The past few weeks were exhausting for the family; they had to live in hiding. Brown paper plastered their windows, bullet storms curbed th...