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The Story Of Sixteen Cranes

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This is a story about a boy. A world with only a boy. Only one name. One character but no protagonist. This is a story about two boys. A world with billions of people. Only two names, but it ends at sixteen cranes.

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I don't have a friend

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by PenciImarks

by PenciImarks

I don't have a friend.

I'm not sure I want one.

They might be as truthful as my sister and that scares me.

I think I had one once when I was younger.

But I don't remember.

I had a bird friend.

A bird with feathers the color of side walk after it rained.

I loved the bird.

I never really loved anything.

Not even my parents.

But my shell is soft.

It only takes daily conversations for me to love someone.

The bird's singing was enough.

My parents didn't like it though.

They would tell me to shut it up or they would break it's neck.

One night it was so beautiful no one could sleep.

And a tall shadow crept into my room and hurt me.

I used a pillow to stifle the noise that kept them awake.

Then I was alone again.

Do think you could be my friend?