it was another night in the forest, the green comforted me and the brown was harmoniously beautiful. the cool night sky was covered partially by the trees of green, a plane or a shooting star passing by every now and then. i loved the forest as a boy, i always had; but it was that night where my life changed. a squirrel darted at me, eyes wide of wonder as the little grey thing sniffed for any sign of a fallen tree nut. finally, the squirrel stopped and looked up at me. "excuse me, kind human, may I gather some assistance?" the squirrel quivered slightly as she asked.
my eyes widened to the size of the moon, my mouth agape. "wh- squirrels can talk?" the squirrel, startled, looked at the ground.
"shoot. i did it again," she whispered, "how were you able to hear me? no human is able to hear animals, only chattering of distant animal language which you just cracked the code to."
before I could make a sound, a rustle came from the underbrush. the squirrel veered it's head toward the right and raced toward the boy's shoulder. "don't mind me, just have to be cautious," the squirrel muttered quietly. An orange fluffball jumped from the bushes, its eyes blazing like blue flame.
"ugh. where's that squirrel, the squirrel knows the rules of this forest kingdom." the fox seemed to not have noticed me even though i was square in front of him. "you! boy! do you know where might have the squirrel gone?"
"not at all, sir. i've just been stargazing." the fox blinked, its eyes looked wide with shock.
we sat there, silently bewildered about what just came out of my mouth. you just replied to a damn fox, i remember my mind howling. a goddamned fox.
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not me- short story.
Short Storyi'm not skin deep. i'm deeper. you see me as a killing machine, but i am only a victim of my past. ----x---- this was my narrative this year (2017) around january - february. many commented on how it was written so i decided to just publish it here...
