Love Letters From Hell by Siege Vonholy

Love Letters From Hell: Poetic Understanding of Heaven and Hell

Life…Time…and Death, three pillars that hold each once’s reality of Love, we seem to think each reality is to one’s perspective, if so, is there an ultimate truth…? Well I ask you this…Do you want me to give you the truth ? or just a good answer ?

Through a journey lead by a young couple, as their life’s breakthrough the supernatural boundaries of love, as they fight through the villains of time…revealed by a testimony of a man’s love…for her, to eternity. As their souls are gripped through a hurricane of War, secrets and Death, twisting and turning past the Glory of Heaven, all the way down to the darkest depths of Hell…All in pursuit…of Her.

A Story that takes place on the coast near a deep, dark maple wooded forest, on the horizon of a sunset eve as light resembled fire, weaving its way through the howling wind, while slowly dancing with the leaves, watching the sun submit slowly to the forces of time. The forest floor inked with tears of a young boy she found laid against a hallow tree covered in scars, as she was walking alone in the woods. With her hand over his shoulder, she asked the young boy “what happened?” His jaw was swollen shut with blueberry coloured completions, painted alongside his neck, shoulders, lips and arms, but with little strength he had, he points out into the darkness, towards a wild black oil coloured Mustang, standing out in the distance, she quickly realized the boy had been kicked in the face multiple times by the brute force of the beast, she quickly asked while soul shaken by the encounter, surviving on bravery alone, if the boy was “ok!”… The boy just slightly smiled, while still gazing towards the black stallion, as though it were a standoff between spirit and flesh, just as it raised its legs in the air, while breathing its lungs out, consuming the vocals of nature, before running off, disappearing into the darkness hidden behind the harvest of trees. She said her name was Nevaeh, and he responded with lowering his head down to the muddy sand, and wrote his name Edvin, with his fingers dry with the blood wiped from his dripping lips… “My family and I have just set up camp in the forest nearby, we can help you or take you to the hospital or something?”… She took his silence for no resistance and helped him up, and walked him to the campsite. Nevaeh’s parents had went back to the car to carry back a few loads of bags, and only her older sister was there to meet them in shock. She sat him down on a log bench near the campfire, which was still to be lit by the older sister, Nevaeh ran into one of the tents looking for the medical bag, which she had mercilessly thrown to the lodged waste, her older sisters kept screaming out to her “it’s near my purple suitcase, right in the back of the tent!” She hurried back as…

 

 

 

Love Letters From Hell: The Heart of Heaven and Hell (Kindle Edition)


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Siege Vonholy
I’ve always been a story teller, and I guess I would consider my self a poet, a hopeless romantic, a dreamer, trying to paint a picture with words, driven from the God kind of love.

I hate boxes, I hate having to say I'm either this or that, but these boxes tend to be our way of trying to control passion, spirit and emotion, so to satisfy the boundaries of your thoughts and interests, I guess my writing tends to be drawn towards Love, not the kind of love we dream about, the kind of love that transcends logic, time and reality, but because I'm a Writer, writing a tale depicting this kind of spirit, to the world, It is called Fiction, but to me, true intimacy, not just romance. But my writing is not just rose peddles and sunsets , but of War and triumph, the release of our true nature as conquerors, fighting the good fight, through worlds that are sometimes unlike the ones we recognize, but could relate to your circumstances none the less, maybe the stories I write, could answer some questions you've kept hidden deep in your soul.

I’ve never considered my self a teacher or expert at anything, I'm just a story teller, connected to a Truth you might believe is just subjected, and by no means am I here to challenge your perspective...I'm just telling a story the best way I know how...

With my book called Love Letters From Hell, a poetic understanding of Heaven an Hell. Is not a religious book, or a book of poetry like someone once asked. But a book about this Love, War and triumph I spoke about earlier.
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