She skipped, her dress flowing behind her, a wave of blue that reflected the light that shone weakly. Despite the fact that it was two in the morning, the sun shone, though too dim to really see.1
"To chase away the night," She replied to the question that had never been asked. The forest seemed to close in on them, a shadow passed over head, and the sun faded, as they disappeared, leaving no trace behind.2
She never stopped moving. She never stopped to look behind her. She danced through the world, never faltering. Ageless, despite her seven years, she wandered, unsure of her home.3
At first glance, she seemed to be made of light, but, upon closer inspection you could see the thin veins that ran through her, veins of darkness. She was broken, and glued back together, the cracks of the original breakage still showing.4
"I see," He replied, careful to stay in the shadows. They always traveled together, though neither had seen the other's face. Hers always facing the darkness, his blinded by the light. He held a glove in his hand, the only thing that kept him rooted to his past. He knew that no matter how long or how far she travelled, she would never find what she sought. He simply followed, holding her back, never letting her unleash her true power. The glove in his hand was the only bit of humanity between them, to lose that, would be to lose everything.5
She kept the sun out all night, and flowers grew where she walked. But, this and her appearance combined, that of a pure, beautiful child, only added to the evil in her soul. She lived a lie, but, she did not truly live, so it mattered not in the end.6
He was blinded by the light, unable to see the truth that lay before him. Instead he simply trailed behind, an afterthought.7
But it didn't used to be this way, life came in cycles, sometimes he was in front, and she drifted behind. In times of war and hatred, she wandered the streets, poisoning the people's minds with visions of peace. But he knew that she lied to them, and that war would never bring peace. Only pain, pain he tried to still. At other times, he bravely took the front, blinding those with a sense of righteous, ending the pain he could, but, as everything comes in pairs, she did her bit. To those too blinded to think, she entered their minds, filling them with wrong.8
But neither blamed the other, nor felt any resentment. The simply did what they were made to do. They knew no different, the did not hate the other, nor care what happened to the world. They wandered, each doing their duty, keeping the world in balance.9
Author notes
The little girl is the soul of evil, looking innocent, showing that you can never trust your eyes. The man is good, he keeps to the shadows, and looks forboding, showing that good can find itself in the most unlikely of places.
Together they travel through the world, each spreading themselves, unwary of the consequences. They simply are.
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a worthy opponent
This is very good! It doesn't tell, it shows. The idea is also very original- different from all the others. The language is stunning. It is a piece that will rival mine... >
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there is no plot. that is the point of this.
good and evil, if u belief in such a thing, simply are. this wasnt meant to tell a story really, but thanks for your feedback. i appreciate it. -
It is interesting to say the very least. The use of vocabulary is awesome. I do think it felt like it should've been put into a longer story. It was just describing the personalities and lives not something that they particularly did there is really not plot to it which makes a story. Like I said it just seems like an excerpt from a longer story. It is still nice though.
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A very original peice. I think there was a hidden meaning to this; which I can only slightly figure out. Anyway was very inspiring in a way. I liked the way it was just basically stating how their life is, but keeping it interesting with the use of your words. Well done, good luck and thanks for entering x
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Very well-written short-story Sorcha, you're improving greatly. Throughout every word that processes through your mind and through the ink of your pen (or keys of your keyboard for that matter) improves your skills of writing. Conitnue writing on.
This is a brilliant idea, and I am glad I went on ahead and read it now rather than wait until later. I think this is worthy of a trophy, but my opinion does not matter
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