Post by G̶0ͮͩͦ̑D̶L̶e̶ᎦᎦ on Jan 31, 2017 10:37:05 GMT 10
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Super Short Story = S.S.S.
Xiphophyllous Forest Trees
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Super Short Story = S.S.S.
Xiphophyllous Forest Trees
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Ever heard what a tree sounds like falling in the forest? It only appears for you when you’re alone. In the Adrienne woods, like me every night. Like me, right now.
As it’s named, the forest is dark at all times. Even in the morning you can hardly see the day star shine. And there are creatures.. Of all sorts and sizes. They’re out to eat people for their own selfish reasons. It’s survival. I’m surviving too, though not by the same terms. I’ve always been told not to go here, it’ll overrun the human race as soon as a butterfly disappears into the flame: charred. I disagree. I’ve always felt comfort sitting on the thickly covered ground; drowning in fragile, dead leaves of brown and fat branches that serve as restaurant seating.
I only come here to escape reality. Always half hoping that I might get eaten and not be spoken of again. Spoken of in such a disgraceful way. I’m the runt of my family. I’m bullied at school, and in the house. The only 'person' I can talk to without being judged is my horse, who isn't really mine. She of course is not my horse, but an abandoned horse that I rescued. She belongs to herself anyway.
Her fur was pretty much the opposite of me, which was partially why I liked her so much. It was leucochroic, like a palomino. Her eyes were sea colored, that blue-green shade that was always calming to me. She also had white palomino mane and tail colors.. though they were slightly more muted than clouds. One of her hind legs was at a limp, preventing me from being able to jump her. I ride her with no tack, as I can't buy any without running it through my parents. They would actually kill me and bury me alive if they found out. My mother is a little crazy making her do other things that I don't think about. She's loud enough to make my dad do whatever she wants him to. But on the other hand, food I can manage along with a few grooming tools. Her name is "The Nameless" as she doesn't need a name being half wild.
I'll talk about the lighter side of life, for I mean, the darkness isn't the only side of the moon. I've always been a hippophile. That's more than I can say for my siblings!
Back to the present in the mean time: The Nameless was whining for me from the makeshift stable I had made a year ago. She doesn't like being alone for more than an hour which, of course, arises suspicions in my family. They already blame me for everything that goes wrong so I don't need an extra thing for myself to worry about. The reason she cries at such a late hour is she has a bit of lygophobia that I haven't trained out of the poor thing yet.
As I walked across the wet grass after dinner, escaping the gaze of my mother, I saw twain azure eyes staring at me through the shadows. I lifted the flashlight to see the whole face of T.N. waiting patiently for me to feed her. Her stillness was temporaneous, as soon she started squirming around her stall like a worm and making small grunting noises. I walked up to her a rubbed her nose with my gloved hand. "Yer not going to clem" I whispered, my voice coming out as visible puffs of white air. My medius finger slid off of her top lip as I reached for the food barrel. There were five lined up along the roten wooden outer walls, each filled with a different type of food. I headed for the third barrel in line which was filled with a grainy substance that I had never memorized the name of. After prepping her meal, I set it in front of her and left the stall open for The Nameless to prance around the field a bit.
I flinched hearing the sound of footsteps around me, looking up to see it were only birds pecking at the now early morning ground. T.N. pushed past me forcefully as I lit a small quarion. I held it out as if I was tediferous. Slowly, The Nameless turned to me and gave a tiny whinny. She knew as well as I did, never was she out for long. So life continues.
To escape from a tireless abyss of differences and others and all. And like every night or morning as I can never keep track, I return to Adrienne woods, to watch the trees xiphophyllous fall. Only as time goes on. Only. Time.
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