DizzyTestament

I love to dance. It sets my soul ablaze. To hear the music enter into the cavern of my soul, slip through its receptors, down to my toes. And, in that moment, I find myself floating. Feel my toes pointing, like a proper ballerina. Notice my calves tighten. My feet glide through the air. Through space. My arms mimic the sense of love the music calls out. I am practically flying, this is how strong the urge to dance courses through me. Sometimes, even in the quiet of my mind, as I force my body to stay still, the reel goes on in my head. Poses and angles. Colors of the dance. All these play before me, a wondrous scene never to escape the mind.

 Berto thought. His gaze – and his gun – shifted to Lexus, standing less than two feet from the fallen Kyle. Without missing a beat, Berto shoots at Lexus just as she is turning her head. The bullet connects. The force knocks her to the ground. Berto smiles. Mission accomplished. Now finished, he takes the moment to notice his surroundings. Rage had narrowed his vision and with renowned control he was able to see clearer. He noticed the debris – the busted furniture; the fallen bodies. He turns to his right and sees Arianna too late. She bulldozes him. Arianna charged right into Berto, knocking him flat into the ground. The

The house is built on the lives of the dead. Their names scrawled delicately across the marbled walls. It's skin flawless against the cold air. Even the building wishes it were living in the land of the dead. It's walls rosy with the lives of the precious few living, still walking amidst its halls, remembering one of their own, now one with this house.