• Tell Me a story



    “The sky was a bitter gray as the smog from the factories engulfed the birds chirping and butterfly blue skies,” recited the young teen walking along the stone wall of the factory, a torn up book in her left hand. The city skies were just as she described. “It don’t seem to change either,” she said, tucking the book away in the bag slung across her lean shoulders.

    The year was 2089 in the City of Lagon. The slender, pale skinned, black haired teen was meerly taking a stroll down the walls of the factories. She didn’t particularly like the factories, in fact, she mocked and scolded them as much as she could without getting into trouble. Instead, she thought the view from the high, forty-foot wall was incredible. Sure, she couldn’t see everything above thousands of feet that the old skyscrapers used to be, but she could see little specks of people’s lives down below. It helped her realized that she wasn’t the only one having a hard time in the smog of the city. She smiled and her blue eyes glimmered from a light all it’s own. She reached into her bag again and pulled the book out. “Now, where was I? Ah yes. . . ‘and so the world seemed a gloom.’” she recited, jumping down onto the wooden crates stacked high against the concrete wall.

    The teen adjusted her puffy black hat and read the book as she walked down to the book store. Before she completely disappeared into the crowd, she gazed up at the capital building and shook her head. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

    *~*~*~*

    A deep, dreary sigh escaped the young teen’s lips. The silver haired, lean and long boy stared out the window of the capital building. His gloom forsaken gray eyes stared down at the factory walls. It was the only thing that kept him inside. The only thing that really made him feel . . . alone.

    He stared out the window of his room and stared more intently at the walls. As he did, his eyes were set upon the young black haired girl. He opened his window ever so slightly to hear her recite the words of the ever lasting book. “The sky was a bitter gray as the smog from the factories engulfed the birds chirping and butterfly blue skies,” she sang. His eyes gave a small smile as he listened to her words.

    “Such beauty to besiege my heart,” he murmured. He glanced at the clock in his vast room and wondered. His father was still in a meeting, and his mother was probably out in the world and would be home late again. He pondered and then glanced back down at the smiling girl. A sly grin creeped it’s way across his pale skinned face.

    As quick as a fox, he changed into a white open shirt, a black and orange scarf, long brown pants, and torn up old shoes. He smiled and messed up his hair. Silently, he skittered through the long white halls, past the guards, and silently slid through the bars of the gate and slipped into the streets, keeping a good eye on his beloved story teller. He sighed a dreamy sigh. “You don’t know what it’s like.”