User blog:Kat2wind2archer/Bird, tell me a story.

“Bird, tell me a story.”

'''“It’s late, mouse. Go to sleep.”'''

“Tell me a story! You’ve told the other birds, why not tell a mouse?”

“Go to sleep.”

“Please! I won’t be able to fall sleep. I’m curious! You haven’t told the story to a lot of people. I’d like to hear it!”

'''“…I can tell you the story. Only if you go to bed afterwards.”'''

“Okay.”

“A lady once found, A crappy camera, broken down.”

''Figure A stood in between the trees, tired. Dirty paws, dirty fur. Dull claws, dull teeth.''

“With Sympathy and emotion,”

''Figure B approached the first, a bottle of water in their paw, holding it out. Figure A drank all of it.''

“She took him in his arms and ...”

''Figure B gave Figure A a new set of clothes, comfortable boots and a shower. She hung a collar around their neck, a pretty name knit into it with a silver thread.''

“tenderly said to him:”

"You are from hell,”

''Figure A sat in the dark room, as Figure B sat in a seat outside. The first was scared, the second was amused.''

“And I am from heaven,”

''Figure A sat in a dark room. Figure B stood up from the seat, greeting someone. Everyone bowed down to them.''

“We need nothing more,”

''Figure A sat in a dark room. Figure B announced that everyone should take a seat, and enjoy.''

“There's nothing else we need."

''Figure A sat in a dark room. Figure B straighten their clothes, as did the rest of the people in the room. Everyone had the same red cloth wrapped tightly around them. It squeezed their chest, their stomach, their legs. But nobody whined about it, because that was what made them look normal. ''

“You are an old machine,”

''Figure A watched as a door opened, letting in a ray of light into the pitch-black room. Figure B smiled, happy.''

“So, I'll fix you, then.”

''Figure A felt uncomfortable, his limbs wrapped in red cloth. It hurt his chest, squeezing his heart, squeezing his insides.''

“I'll change your cover,”

''Figure A’s fur was now white, claws sharp. It was all uncomfortable. He longed to feel soil under his paws, to feel the familiar breeze on his face. ''

“I'll give you new parts, and...”

''Figure A walked up to the door, walking through it. He stood on a stage that was painted red. Figures, figures of all faces sat around him, staring. They were all wrapped in red cloth. A golden thread sewed the material to their skin, so it wouldn’t fall of.''

“You will be as beautiful as before.”

''Figure A moved on the stage, just as Figure B has told them to do. He remembered Figure B telling them to not look into the other’s eyes. Not look at the other’s claws, paws, faces. To look at nothing, as they move across the stage.''

“And you will work smoothly,”

''Figure B looked down at the stage, satisfied. Everyone seemed to be enjoying it.''

“You'll be classy again,”

''Figure A continued to move across the stage, as other figures seamed to join him. All had red material wrapped around them, so tightly that it made them look like sticks. There was no golden thread, nothing keeping the cloth from slightly falling off of them. Figure A wondered if that’s how he looked right now. Like a thin pencil covered in red.''

“And you'll sometimes sing,”

''Figure B was satisfied with the show. It was working well, everyone acted normally, as they should. Figure B called over a fellow figure to fetch the silver thread.''

“And I'll stick you in a cage,”

''Figure A, along with the other’s who’d danced upon the stage with him, were sat down on the ground. Figure B walked up, a silver needle and a silver thread in their hand.''

“Just so you won't escape, by mistake.”

''The silver thread sewed the material into their skin, making sure it won’t fall of. Everyone who was in the chairs had golden thread. Figure A and the rest of the dancer’s had a silver thread.''

“We will be as beautiful as before.”

''The golden threaded figures sat, watching the silver threaded move. Their little, black eagle eyes stared at them, just to make sure the silver threaded don’t slip.''

“We will work better.”

Figure B and the other golden threaded left, as the silver threaded continued to dance upon the stage.

“We will be as beautiful as before.”

''The silver thread was a wire, sewing the tight cloaks into Figure A’s skin. The silver needle was a knife, that placed scars all over it's body.''

“We will work better.”

''The golden thread was made of honey, making sure Figure B’s clothes wouldn’t fall of. The golden needle simply pricked them once, before the pain melted away fully.''

“We will be as beautiful as before.”

''Figure A once stood in between the trees, tired. Dirty paws, dirty fur. Dull claws, dull teeth.''

Happy.

“We will work better.

''But then Figure B fixed them. Clean paws, clean fur. Sharp claws, sharp teeth.''

Normal.

Tried making a short story based of a song, which I had to translate the lyrics from Polish to English. I probably screwed up. Oh well.

Screw it, this whole idea was a fail.

Well, it's something.

song (it's in polish, so I'm not sure if you'll understand it, but here --->)