Catharsis and the Angels

02 Jul


Catharsis hung there.

Limp. Swaying from the rafter that supported his mud and straw-thatched roof.

He could hear the cord stretch and groan from his weight as his eyes became heavy.

Back and forth.




His eyes began to close as the cord tightened and choked off his life wind. Choking his hope. His will to live. His resilience.

He hadn’t the will to raise his arms and save himself. He could have he supposed. But he refused. He felt a calming peace blanketing him as his life energy fell through the soles of his feet, leaving his body forever.


Finally he would be free of this torment.

Finally he would have peace.

Peace from this Wahrlog of the Darkness.

The Darkness. A darkness so consuming, so debilitating, that each day was a struggle. A struggle to rise each morning. A struggle to tend to his fields. A struggle to continue life. A life coated with apathy.

He had hid it well from his fellow villagers. Masked it behind his toiling in the fields. Masked it behind his inward solitude. Disguised it with the will to be alone. To remain undiscovered and unbranded with the Stigma.

He knew others who had been discovered. Who had been branded on their forehead with the seal of their affliction – their illness. He remembered seeing the searing iron hissing as it sunk into their flesh. Leaving a soft cloud of smoke as it pushed deeper into them.

And their screams.

Their screams.

They were forever labeled in society by those they knew. Those they loved. Those they had children with. Their families. Their neighbors.




Some, like himself, afflicted with the darkness – the deep, dark, debilitating depression he knew since he was a child.

Others, afflicted with the fear – remnants of some past traumatic stressing life event that had ripped their soul in half, and forced them to relive their past horrors. Manifest in the forms of flashbacks and tortured by the night harpies of terror. He could hear their screams at night.


In the darkness.

Others, afflicted with the rage – elevated, hyper levels of anxiousness brought on by some outside trigger. Issuing in a brain pandemonium of paranoia and irritability. Lashing out at those whom they held closest as they wandered through their personal fog of war.

Through his closing vision, Catharsis could faintly make out the Specter emerging from the darkness. Moving closer. Stretching his pale white claws from his cloak, his talons scratching the walls of Catharsis’ mud home. Digging into the hardened clay and leaving deep cuts as chunks of adobe were ripped away. In and out of his slumber, Catharsis thought how they resembled his fields that he had just returned from. Their perfect rows whose cast shadows aligned harmoniously in the setting sun.

This was his last thought of peacefulness as Catharsis’ eyes closed.

And Specter’s grip closed around his throat.

*     *     *

At the instant the beast secured his grip to claim his prize, a magnificent burst of white light flooded the room.

Specter shrieked like a hung pig being bled dry and lurched back from the blazon firestorm that enshrouded the hanging body.

Two forms took their place next to the body of Catharsis. On either side, like stark angelic sentries sent to protect him from the Wahrlog. They raised their hands and in a fluid motion brought them down, lances appearing and striking the mud floor.

Specter hissed and the sentries lowered their weapons, tips pointed at its open throat.

A sentry stepped forward a crouched in the dirt, bracing itself with its weapon. Slowly and deliberately it scratched a line across the floor, fire following in a steady trail.

It retracted and regained its position.

“Though shall not pass” the two sentries whispered.

Specter lurched through the flame and in one swift movement was impaled on their spears. Instantaneously, Specter disintegrated into the light, taking with him his shadows and his darkness.

*     *     *

As one sentry held fast the body of Catharsis, the other swiftly swung its lance at the noose, cutting him free.

Lowering him to the ground the sentries whispered, “you are safe child.”


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29 responses to “Catharsis and the Angels

  1. gingersnap74

    07/13/2016 at 18:46

    Beautifully written Chris! xo

    Liked by 1 person

  2. SassaFrassTheFeisty

    07/02/2016 at 22:46

    How did you come up with such an amazing ending?? This story, in general, is fucking bad ass! Truly a magnificent piece of work. BRAVO!
    Hope you are doing well, my friend 💖

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    • Surviving the Specter

      07/03/2016 at 12:45

      Wow! Thank you SOsososo much Sass! The stories of Catharsis are my stories of the night I attempted suicide and was saved by my friends, the angels. The stories are a fantasy spin off of my testimony/personal story here –

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      • SassaFrassTheFeisty

        07/03/2016 at 13:04

        I love how you were able to translate it from your personal story. It’s so eloquently written. REALLY! you really do have a way with words, friend 💖

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        • Surviving the Specter

          07/03/2016 at 13:06

          I am really humbled, Sass. Thank you so very much. Hopefully one day I can combine these stories and create a fantasy novel that represents what we with mental illness, survive with.

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    • Surviving the Specter

      07/03/2016 at 12:47

      In the ending, I was saved by my friends Chelise and Misty. Chelise is the one who took the noose off my neck. I am doing better though still very apathetic. Ugh, hope to shake it soon. Glad you are finding some breaks in your life as well X

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      • SassaFrassTheFeisty

        07/03/2016 at 13:03

        Lovely. I’m better thanks to a new med. But now I’m super emotional instead of super numb. Can’t win em all. And i DO hope that you feel better soon. {Hugs}

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        • Surviving the Specter

          07/03/2016 at 13:07

          Is that the Rexulti that you’ve written about? I am SO happy for you. Yes there’s always a tradeoff isn’t there?! rrrrrrrrr

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          • SassaFrassTheFeisty

            07/03/2016 at 13:12

            Yes it is. At least with feeling too much I can learn to live and kind of control my reactions with over emotional Sass instead of emotionless Sass. Right now I’m just tired Sass lol

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            • Surviving the Specter

              07/03/2016 at 13:14

              I imagine it’s quite a change to feel too much after our zombie meds have encased us in a catatonic state all these years. I am happy that you have such a unique and positive outlook 🙂

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              • SassaFrassTheFeisty

                07/03/2016 at 13:22

                It is.. Kind of like unlink off dirty smudged glasses and pulling cotton out of your ears so everything is very overstimulating. (I had to the 2 klonopin at bed time-1mg total-then a .5 when I woke up from a nightmare to go back to sleep.) Not to mention the raicing thought are back… I see my NP next week

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                • Surviving the Specter

                  07/03/2016 at 13:24

                  Yes, I was going to ask about the side effects and imagined they might be pretty strong. I have frightmares when I take too much trazadone, or non at all. The kind you remember in the morning…

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                  • SassaFrassTheFeisty

                    07/03/2016 at 13:38

                    It actually doesn’t have that many listed side effects. I think mine was just from being so dead for so long that everything kicked into gear…i like it though

                    Liked by 1 person

                    • Surviving the Specter

                      07/03/2016 at 13:42

                      I’m so happy for you. That you finally found something you like so much, and that agrees with your body.

                      Liked by 1 person

                    • SassaFrassTheFeisty

                      07/03/2016 at 13:46

                      Thanks. I hope you find something that helps you sleep without the frightmares {hugs}

                      Liked by 1 person

                  • SassaFrassTheFeisty

                    07/03/2016 at 13:40

                    And i know what you mean about the dreams… I had TWO last night about Monkey and DB… I felt like my heart had broken into a 100 little pieces… Sucks big time

                    Liked by 1 person

  3. the-reluctant-parent

    07/02/2016 at 22:16

    wow, what an amazing story, demonstration that there is hope for all of us, even beyond what we feel is hope itself.

    Have you heard my album called The Absence of Light Contains the Shadow of Loss?

    Your story reminded me a little of the story that I wrote for that album back in 2014.

    Here’s the link to the album which you can stream or purchase.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. cosistories

    07/02/2016 at 20:17

    What a great ending! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person


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