I Actually Wrote This

I actually wrote this 5 yrs ago in one of my blog posts. I was a genius! hahaha

-Miracles-

The devil's glare shook him tremendously. All he could do was stare back. The humid, sulphur-smelling air did not make things better, as it put out most of the sun's rays, sarcastically leaving a few weak ones alone. The greyish atmosphere was bright just enough to see his face, his emotions. There he was, in the middle of nowhere, images flashing across his head. He knew he did something drastically wrong to be cursed to meet Devil himself, but what was it? The torture of ignorance was immortal.

The tract that he was in was unreachable. He felt the fear and desolation. Although he was quivering, he remained calm inside. He knew there was nothing he could do, or so he thought, and so this was to be his destiny then. Psyched up and ascertained, he walked towards his accursed fate. Devil was ready to engulf him in his hands. With every step he took, they became heavier. Memories of this cannot be erased by now as the imprints of his feet were moulded deeply into the mossy ground.

All he was to do was to take one last step. His heart was pulsating. In a distant he saw, trees begging him not to do it. Their morning dew, sparkling and all, dripped to the ground. Withered flowers appeared to be disappointed with his determination. If this was not what he wanted, then why do it?
Having second thoughts, he started flustering. Could he defy his destiny? Have he the powers to go against God?

He knew what he had to do. He called upon his inner strength. All he got was voices of his family, friends and relatives ringing in his head. All the encouragement, accompanied by some strong words was all he heard. Then there was, stillness all around. However, the insignificant boost was enough for him. He was enlightened.

From within he started to radiate. The sudden immense glow caught his pupils off guard, blinding him temporary. Regaining his eyesight moments later, he found himself leaning on the wall of the corridor outside his flat.
He was safe, although still a little shaken. He had just performed the highest level of magic, which can be simply called a miracle, albeit being rather insignificant to others.

The author speaks to himself...