Storytime: Afternoon / Part 1
That day when she stood alone, holding onto her tattering teddy bear, watching the car drive away through the familiar road, an unknown feeling of dread consumed her. This wasn't the first time she had been alone in the old house and she wasn't even alone for that matter.
Eyes observed the car leave and watched the twenty year old stand with the teddy bear in her hands waving goodbye. A flick and the entire house was shut down - nothing worked, not even the telephone that didn't need electricity and not even the smoke detectors. Another flick and the flame had emerged.
Engulfing the small space with wooden pieces at its base, the flame grew into a fire and warmth spread like a divine intervention. The light spread far across the corners and drew closer any soul that would have found it. The warm fire had been a reminder of the past and the lost. The past had been nothing but light and flames. And the future was the same.
A turn of the knob and the girl with the teddy entered, noticing the fresh fire in the fireplace and the smoke in the chimney, she invariably drew closer to the warmth. Nothing had worked in the house since her father had driven away. It seemed rather dreadfully dull, and particularly noisy to be almost alone.
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Engulfing the small space with wooden pieces at its base, the flame grew into a fire and warmth spread like a divine intervention. The light spread far across the corners and drew closer any soul that would have found it. The warm fire had been a reminder of the past and the lost. The past had been nothing but light and flames. And the future was the same.
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A turn of the knob and the girl with the teddy entered, noticing the fresh fire in the fireplace and the smoke in the chimney, she invariably drew closer to the warmth. Nothing had worked in the house since her father had driven away. It seemed rather dreadfully dull, and particularly noisy to be almost alone.
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A whirr and a buzz, surrounded the screams, the forest was alive again today. The sparrow flew over a chimney and died into it. The fox crossed another road with a car and was crushed. The bee on its usual flower found a liquid that burned its limbs and its life. And the man killed another man inside a lonely car.
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The teddy held onto its human. God had not sent fire for this soul yet and the lurking was out for nothing aesthetic. Bloody murder was not possible as long as the teddy remained. The teddy had noticed what was behind the wall and what had been watching its human for seventeen days now. The silent smile on the teddy's face had remained like a consistent shield that could fight out all that was lurking. Another hug saved the growing fire.
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| Inspired from an image I saw on the internet. |
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