firelight
he popped the lid of the trunk and it came up with a groan of protest, cracked red paint threatening to fall from its dull surface. it's fine, he said. it functions perfectly, he said. don't mind the smell, he said. don't mind the rust. don't mind the blood.
the wind blew gently, scattering the seeds across the waiting fields. the dirt will swallow them, the clouds water them, and they will grow. they will grow like her demons, day by day, sunrise to sundown getting stronger. would they survive as long as she has?
hmmm...hmmm... the sound came from deep within the trees. it was a quiet, gentle hum, the voice neither masculine nor feminine, simply floating along the faint breeze as it drifted across the forest. soft and insistent, promising everything and nothing at once.
she was picking strawberries in her mother's garden. the sun shone warm and bright in the azure sky, and the flowers bloomed all around her. everything was perfect, just as her mother would have wanted. was she here now, among the berries? could she see that her daughter was finally going to make her proud?
the lantern swung lazily from his outstretched hand. it gave off only the faintest glow, a soft yellow light banishing just the edges of the darkness. the street was deserted, as was expected. no one came out at night. no one would dare to.
carrots littered the ground by his feet. he was used to the constant teasing and cruel jokes, but the carrots that came pouring out of his locker was definitely a new one. carrots for carrot-top. next time it will be ginger.
the door to the decrepit old cabin was left slightly ajar. approaching carefully upon a rotting porch, she swung it open with creak on its rusty hinges, revealing a scene of pure desolation.
she folded the piece of paper. once, twice, three times. it glittered blue and gold. four times, five times, six times. it glittered purple and red. seven times, eight times, nine times and the glitter shifted again. dimly she was aware that this shouldn't be possible, but ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, and something folded in her.
the cinders were falling gently from a grey sky, inky black clouds spreading farther and farther as the heat rained down along with the ash. everything was burning, and all they could do was watch as their world fell apart around them.
she stood calmly on the shore of a crystal clear lake, rocks visible beneath the gentle current. the wind stirred her hair and the light reflected off the gold of her eyes. she didn't belong here, but she would never miss the opportunity to mimic a human.
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