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Blue-Eyed Child
The tongues of fire twine around the fallen trees, the fallen buildings. The only light in this blurry gray existence.
The gun in my hand is heavy, and warm. From use. I see the tanks prowling the wreckage, spewing grit out behind them.
I know it should be sunrise, but the clouds suffocate the beautiful rays. It is dark , as if it were night. I walk around a doorway standing alone, defiantly, while the rest of the house has fallen.
A tiny spurt of flame illuminates somehting colorful in the gray wreckage. I lean down and pick it up.
A doll. Porcelain face, clothes bright despite the fine coat of ash that lands lightly on her skirt.
In my mind, I see a girl, eight at most, crying as we force her from the house, reaching out her hand, screaming for her doll. Her eyes are blue, blue like how the sky once was. But where is this blue-eyed child?
What have we done?
I fall to my knees, burying my face in my hands.
What have we done?
submitted by Kit Kat
(August 15, 2009 - 9:15 pm)
(August 15, 2009 - 9:15 pm)
Wow! A lot of people are from Washington!! Cool!
(August 28, 2009 - 11:20 am)
You were /twelve/ when you wrote those? WOW. Wow... those are great. I mean really, really great.
(August 28, 2009 - 3:46 pm)
Thanks!
(August 31, 2009 - 6:09 am)
Here I go again... *sob sob*
(August 29, 2009 - 7:00 pm)
Does anyone want me to do more? I have the following I could post:
Fire and Ice (Titanic)
So Close (Holocaust)
Guillotine (French Revolution)
Silent Trees (Roanoke)
Shadow of Red (Holocaust/Nazi)
Cost of My Life (Holocaust)
Soap Flakes (I realy don't know!)
Oh, and just a reminder, these are all copyrighted.
(August 31, 2009 - 5:06 pm)
How about "Fire and Ice"? No one really writes much about the Titanic, I've noticed.
(September 1, 2009 - 8:53 am)
Fire and Ice
My sister always told me I was like fire and ice. The two sides of a storm. Swiftly changing as the seasons. She told me I was fire and ice, and I never cared. I remember how, when I stood at the dock, ready to work in the boiler room, she came and threw her arms around me, and whispered in my ear.
"Danny, you'll be working with fire. But just remember to keep that other part of you with you. I like you with both sides." She laughed, her auburn curls bouncing, green eyes alight. I knew it would be a long time until I saw her again, and I replayed the image of her laughing, and the sound of her voice, again and again in my head. Then I turned and walked up the gangplank of the ship. The Titanic.
Now I work all minutes of the day, and the sea has bounced us around for a few days now. The air is hot and sultry, grease coating me head to toe. Flames in the furnaces. Reminding me of my sister. I extend an arm to the shovel full of charcoal, but just then something happens.
A jarring crash. Puncture in the wall. Cold sea water, littered with ice. "Get out!" Flames sputtering, great engines turning. Water rising. "Get out!" But it is too late to get out now. The flood door slams down, shut and locked, behind the others who have run. I am alone. Trapped.
The water rises quickly now. The furnaces still burn, though. The water, so cold, is to my neck. And rising. And right before I go under, I remember my sister's voice in my head. And all around me, the flames of the furnace, the icy water, my sister's voice.
Fire and ice. Fire and ice. Fire and ice....
(September 1, 2009 - 3:48 pm)
Your stories are absolutely genius and very inspiring despite the fact that the character almost always dies. But of course, stories with MCs who die are usually great.
But yes, brilliant. :)
(September 1, 2009 - 4:36 pm)
Could you do soap flakes?
(September 1, 2009 - 7:19 pm)
wow KitKat you are a exxelent writer your stories made me cry
(September 2, 2009 - 3:24 pm)
I LOVE all of your stories!!
(September 7, 2009 - 11:19 am)