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The Clueless young boy with a big dream ---- His father who tries to make in possible
His Anna.
I walked into my fathers' room.
Only to find a mess.
A bloody mess.
Now it is my Anna's room.
It is not my mother's room.
Anna is not my mother.
I don't know where my father went.
My Anna tells me he is gone
And that I am foolish to believe...
Oh, here she comes now...
I should ask her about it again.
"Anna, when will dad come and fly me around in his plain?"
"Foolish boy. Your father is dead."
"My father is not dead"
"Your mind is dead."
"Your life is dead."
And with that, she walked out of the room
She did not come back until 3 hours later.
She said she had a surprise.
It was to die for, she said.
I've heard that line before.
My Anna is so un-original.
My Anna says she'll bring me to my father.
She says I'll be up in the skies with him,
If I hold my breath under water for long enough.
It's a game she says.
it'll be fun she says.
Now I'm up in the skies.
But I can't get back down...
But father is up here!
He's got wings...
But, not airplane wings, though...
Angel wings.
He says I will soon, too...
My Anna is great for doing this.
Thank you, my Anna.
So sad, and wonderful.
GigglePie wrote:Yes, the pet is Bronze!'s, but she gave me permission to use her pets in stories. :3c
xxx
she stared, she stared, she stared at the sun;
for it was covered, sheltered, like a king's illicit son.
as her vision withered to none,
she wondered if the final battle had been won.
her thoughts ran over the butterfly that blocked the light;
the butterfly frozen in mid-flight;
the butterfly that had been sent after soldiers lost a fight;
the butterfly that made her eyes only see white.
she ought to know better than to call it a butterfly,
with a wingspan so broad and so sparkly and wide,
but it was all that came to her mind.
and the word “angel” was far too difficult to find.
she felt the top of her head heat,
and a feeling washed over her, so sweet;
she opened her lids, eager for just a peek-
but she was kissed with an image so weak, thought so bleak.
--she had forgotten she had been rendered unable to see.
she snapped her lids shut and blew out a huff,
realizing that her life had been made that much more tough;
what she did not expect, though, was a touch so hardly gruff
she could almost feel her skin turning to fluff.
there was warmth pressed to her lids,
and a life flashed before her eyes, but it was only a kid's;
'twas not her's, nor her brother's, or her mother's-
they seemed to belong to her deceased lover.
and then she could see, she could breathe,
she could stretch her bones out in their sleeves.
but then there were words in her head that were not her own,
and they spoke to her, voice old and grown:
“dearest love, do not look directly into the sun,
for the war has just begun.”
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This was beautiful c: