<big>Old leaves from the park</big>
Walking upon the grass in the park has always been a bit relaxing for me, like watching children play or listen to women gossip. It feels real.
There's always been an old green bench by the willow, near the playground, perfect for mothers when they're worried and for perverts when they're bored.
Though nobody does sit there because I do, and most of the times I'm sitting there guarding my throne from intruders. The bench makes me feel relaxed, it maked the wind blow on my rotten face, and I know nobody will ever dare to move me or sit there. I might be old but I'm also clever and cruel. I will never stand something odd and not common to my beautiful background.
As I sit on my green bench something stands out from normality.
Blinded by the multiple colors on each of the men's uniform, a croud appears out of nowhere sorrounding each man and its deformities. They're not like us, not at all.
Why have they no horns and no tails? Why is their clothing so peculiar and so bright? Why is their color so amusing to our people?
Despite my worries I approach to my fellowers sorrounding -as I said- these odd specimens. I look around only to see that every kid's face is covered in joy and women are no longer worried, but men, men are gone, they had ran away. One of them speaks but we cannot understand them and yet my people nod in apprehension like they got every word of it. "...got...en...it...gu...As...we..fro.." What are they saying? Why am I the only one wondering about it?
I come even closer to one of the outsiders and notice a strange tool he was carrying. He takes it out once I point at it. He shows me then, pointing at a child how deadly it is.
I can't hold it in any longer and I scream and shout over my fellowers, over their heads and over their shoulders. A kid has died, can't you see that? Are you so blinded by their colors that you can't see the tragedy among us?
I scream and scream, but even if I wanted to I know they will never listen.
Because I'm a ghost and that's what I'll always be.
I just stand there.
Screaming.
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That's what I got so far >_<
Walking upon the grass in the park has always been a bit relaxing for me, like watching children play or listen to women gossip. It feels real.
There's always been an old green bench by the willow, near the playground, perfect for mothers when they're worried and for perverts when they're bored.
Though nobody does sit there because I do, and most of the times I'm sitting there guarding my throne from intruders. The bench makes me feel relaxed, it maked the wind blow on my rotten face, and I know nobody will ever dare to move me or sit there. I might be old but I'm also clever and cruel. I will never stand something odd and not common to my beautiful background.
As I sit on my green bench something stands out from normality.
Blinded by the multiple colors on each of the men's uniform, a croud appears out of nowhere sorrounding each man and its deformities. They're not like us, not at all.
Why have they no horns and no tails? Why is their clothing so peculiar and so bright? Why is their color so amusing to our people?
Despite my worries I approach to my fellowers sorrounding -as I said- these odd specimens. I look around only to see that every kid's face is covered in joy and women are no longer worried, but men, men are gone, they had ran away. One of them speaks but we cannot understand them and yet my people nod in apprehension like they got every word of it. "...got...en...it...gu...As...we..fro.." What are they saying? Why am I the only one wondering about it?
I come even closer to one of the outsiders and notice a strange tool he was carrying. He takes it out once I point at it. He shows me then, pointing at a child how deadly it is.
I can't hold it in any longer and I scream and shout over my fellowers, over their heads and over their shoulders. A kid has died, can't you see that? Are you so blinded by their colors that you can't see the tragedy among us?
I scream and scream, but even if I wanted to I know they will never listen.
Because I'm a ghost and that's what I'll always be.
I just stand there.
Screaming.
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That's what I got so far >_<
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