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A Feaux Resurrection

Inside a sepulcher there is a man. He sits slouched beneath a fresh casket of stone, surrounded by empty bottles of booze that moisten the ground on which he sits. Time passes on with no movement. There is only pain, only regret, only sorrow. His thoughts invoke depression, followed by repression. Finally, sobs fill the once still and silent tomb. His wails transform into screams which wage war on the empty space around him. A flux of emotions in a matter of moments, followed by silence.  
 
Quiet once more as his thoughts take hold. "I don't care who you are, what you are, where you are. Bring her back. Bring her back damnit!" Again, silence. Hours pass, and the liquor takes its toll. Against his will, he slips into a deep comatose.  
 
Falling. He's falling from the sky, watching as the ground nears closer until finally, he's awake in his bed. "Good morning honey", says his wife. Her loving face greets him from across the bed. "Where am I?" He says with a bewildered look. "You're at home silly," "Are you feeling alright?" she asks rhetorically. "Sorry....I...I was just sleeping really deeply, that's all" he states feeling guilty for lying to his wife.  
 
Groggy, he gets out of bed and into the shower. The man turns on the water, hoping to wash away the awful dream he'd had. A few moments later he is greeted by his wife in the shower. She is more than happy to help him "forget" his troubles. Feeling rejuvenated, the man continues about his normal schedule. He worked from home, something he had always enjoyed. He completed his quota and finished the day by being with his beloved.  
 
His life was perfect....almost. Everyday he would notice his wife change more and more. Not just appearance, but in her personality. Her face had wrinkled terribly, and she had been losing weight fast. She spoke less and less, avoiding her husband as well. One final time, the man awoke to something he would never wish upon his worst enemy.  
 
He awoke to his wife in the kitchen making breakfast. Her movements were slow, and frail. He approached, and she stopped mid chop. Turning eerily around to face him, eye to eye. What once was his wife, was now a rotten corpse. Eyes wide, he gasped. In a deep, unnatural, gravely voice it spoke to him. "What's wrong, isn't this what you wanted?" It grumbled. "I brought her back, just like you asked me", stated the creature. The man jumped back, his face white with shock. "No, no....no" stuttered the man.  
 
The corpse let forth an inhuman and guttural cackle to the man's response. The laugh boomed and transitioned to a roar. It launched itself at the man, plunging a knife deep into his heart. He lay there, as the creature laughed and gargled. Then, from out of no where came a blinding light. An angelic face familiar to the man appeared. His beloved wife, hand outstretched, raised him from perdition.  
 
Eyes waking, gazing at the bottles strewn about. He was in the tomb once again, much to his relief. Standing up, he looked upon his wife's casket, shed one final tear, and smashed a bottle beneath his feet. "You always did love saving me." With those final words, he left. The tomb fell silent once more.
Written by ConsequentialChaos
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Author's Note
I know, there are a lot of grammatical errors in this story. I was in a bit of a rush, but I'll go back and revise it(maybe). I wanted to write something with a happy ending for a change.
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