A short story

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We started writing this last night, and finished it up this morning. I know that this has something to do with things that have been shaking up in our system lately, but I don’t know any specifics. I really like what we’ve wrote, though, and wanted to share it


Bleeding from the wounds inflicted upon them, the brightly feathered bird takes to the sky for a final flight

Below them, the carnage of hurt and despair spreads for miles.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

The noble creature landed roughly among the branches of a tall oak tree, just outside the area which had fallen to bloodshed.

It did not want it’s final moments to be surrounded by such horrors.

No, it sought to see the good even now.

From far below, the bird heard a sound.

Quiet crying, from a young child sitting among the roots of the oak tree.

“Please…If I’m meant to hold on, please let it rain.” the small child whispered.

Within their hands, they held a blade. Perhaps from one of the fallen. Or perhaps it was one of their own.

The child stared at it, feeling the weight of the weapon in their grasp, and letting the weight of their thoughts roll through themself as they tried to find any reason to continue.

With eyes that had seen many cycles of the world, the noble phoenix could see that this small child was nowhere near the end of their natural life. Yet they had see despairs to last anyone throughout eternity.

As life left the noble creature, it’s final tear fell upon the young one who wished for rain as a sign to live one more day.

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