All the memories flooded back to me, the day I received my first success from my teacher, the day I loosed my parents, the day I spoke in for my village in front of those angry city's people. It all came like a gush of water, it came as quickly as it goes. The joy, pain, sorrow, nervousness rustled through my body like bolts of lighting dashing through my scars.
And then, was the great silence. Darkness wrapped around me, the pain, sorrow, joy, everything was wiped empty. I was hollow. Then, I was gone, too.
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The Forgotten Ones
Short StoryWhen the storm comes, there's nowhere to hide. Another short story by shatteredcrow/wingless
