Short Stories

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Character writing assessment for school-Published 1st May 2015

I watched the tall boy with the deep brown eyes, simple mouth, thick eyebrows, and the dark, concealing hair. I watched him pick his way through life, hands in pockets, a statement of indifference.

I was there when the young boy crumpled beside his mother's grave, his cries echoing through the misty rain.

I was there when his father's frustrated shouts vibrated through the thin walls of his house. There as the boy stared silently, absently at his teachers. I watched him slouching against walls as he pushed loved ones away with his silent stares.

There when the human vultures fell upon him with cries and sharp claws, slashing. I watched helplessly as they clawed at insecurities and weaknesses. His fast walk and hooded jumper were his only defence.

He cried for his mother in the cold bathroom, the blade hovering over his wrist. An incredible guilt pooled in my empty stomach, for taking his mother's life, along with many others. I cowered behind my dark cloak and scythe.

I watched as the boy was rescued by the girl with long blonde hair, an angel, in the darkest moment of his life. Clinging onto her with every fibre of his soul, this new love banishing the demons for good.

I watched her save him, as they both aged. I watched their children grow up, the happiness obvious in his eyes.

And finally, I appeared, when the boy was no longer young, and his life almost over. We greeted each other as old friends, and I watched the old man die.