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by Lone Wanderer 8/11/2013, 12:42 pm- alright hey hello
i'm aries and welcome to
i'm actually gonna try to make this a proper drabble thread
so welcome and have a cup of tea and read stories. i'm always open to prompts and suggestions and critiques and basically other people talking about my stuff??
wow that sounds narcissistic but hey
enjoy man
She sobbed quietly into her pillow at the thought. Her parents, dead and mangled with almost surreal smiles on their faces. Rigor mortis, perhaps. She remembered that night all too well. As she was out camping with a friend, a fire swept through her home and killed all inside. In other words, her parents and her little baby brother. When she came home that night, all that was left was the charred corpses of her loved ones; an image she was never able to get out since. At her charred room was her little crystal ball, the one she got from an aunt long passed. Her reflection was distorted, her red curly hair looking almost pink and reminiscent of a bee's nest in the dim light. Tears fell down her face as the police came and took her away, barely giving her a moment to pack her things before being sent off to sit in god-knows-where.
Her next days were that of no emotion. She recalled the days as being a puppeteer's plaything, a toy-maker's creation. Nothing more than a husk with no soul. She was sent off to an orphanage having no other family. It was rather dreadful there, not many wanted a six-year-old that they couldn't raise the way they wanted. She spent her time sewing little things, or at least she thinks. Ten years later, she has a foster family and about the closest thing to the dream she had. Her memories are now blurred with those stains you get where you're not sure if it's right or not, so you throw out the idea in its entirety. Faces, faces were gone now. Without a trace. She didn't mind though, she was just a plaything in the horrid game of life.
Her pillow was now streaked with tears, a smile showing in the mirror right next to her makeshift bed. Her bracelets on the ground next to her were tangled together, bungled even. She remembered her parents being mangled on the ground, where skin used to be was now burnt flesh and that sickly sweet scent of death. The kid next to her started to sob as well, hearing her mournful wailing. She smiled, tears still running down. "Please, child, stop your crying." He did stop, for a moment, as she told him a song she vaguely remembered from the orphanage. The only memory not blurred with time. "And just," she whispered in her sing-song voice, "just sing along with me."
okay like to be honest i wrote this at twoish in the morning or sometime where i should've been asleep, and so there's probably a plot hole or something in there.
i dunno i actually really like it
one mega-cookie to whoever gets what song the story's based off of u v u
Last edited by Aries on 8/20/2013, 4:52 pm; edited 2 times in total
