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Darkness. Utter darkness. Children hold on to the things they own, for there is not much that is truly theirs. As is my case.
I gaze into the fragment of mirror I had filched from the trash bins that I so often steal from. “Seven years of bad luck…,” I whisper, and then the laughter starts. Out of nowhere I am laughing, giggling uncontrollably.
As if it is contagious, a crow perched on a pole next to me starts laughing too. Cackling and shrieking in some perverse imitation of human laughter.
At that point I stop laughing and throw a loose stone from the cobbles at it, and it takes flight, still screeching. I watch as its black form slowly melts away in the distance, yet I can still hear its laughter, can still see the black feathers on its back.
I shudder, almost scared by the bird if I had not been so accustomed to them, to the jet black feathers, and the mocking laughter that I despised so much.
I feel my arms. They have goose bumps on them. Still shivering, I huddle in the dark corner I call home and bring out the pitiful rags that will serve as my blanket in the cold, relentless night.
Looking up, I see dark clouds lining the sky ominously. As if the sky knows I’m looking, lightning crackled and thunder roared. Rain poured down like tears from the heavens above, and I curl up even tighter to avoid the oncoming deluge.
It happens every night, every day. I get older, and still the same things. Nothing is getting better. I am still miserable. I am still living in that filthy little corner that I worked so hard to get.
And the crows are still watching me.
- by dragonflame3333 |
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- | Submitted on 09/24/2010 |
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- Title: I am alone.
- Artist: dragonflame3333
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I wrote this a few years ago, and up til about a month ago it never gathered much attention; it just sat there, an unused file taking up space on my computer. So now I have decided to continue upon this story, once I find that book that has a few more pages in it, and ultimately finish it. I hope you enjoy.
Please remember, that while constructive criticism is welcome, flaming is not. Pay attention to the feelings of others. - Date: 09/24/2010
- Tags: darkness unfinished crows orphan
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- Yummeerein - 12/22/2011
- I really cannot find anything wrong with this small story so far. I'd be interested to read more of it. smile
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