A small figure sat, her back straight, on a stool, dainty feet poised above the pedals. One at a time the sound of her emotions flooded the magnificent hall.
One page of memory at a time, she let go of reality, of the sadness and tragedy that had for so long hung over her head.
Another girl appeared out of thin air beside the first, and watched the crier envelope into a crescendo of misery.
The hall was now dark and cold, with faded features, opposing the glamour and brilliance that had once lit it up like a firework.
The mood of the open space mirrored the soft girl's release, sad destiny closing in on them and everything they had called home.
A boom like thunder, and the sound of the terror-filled reminiscing ceased; an explosion, not unlike one that had ricocheted through the girls' hearts, destroyed everything they were.
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MindNova
Historia CortaA work of creativity named after my online presence. A messy book of short stories, poems, allegories, and other works of fiction. Written by me, and others who have submitted theirs. Many different genres, topics, lengths, and styles. A celesti...
