The day was quiet and nice, peaceful and bright, breezy, and... Dead. The sunlight striking in the darkness of trees, in forms of spears. The maroon leaves pick up into the air and move a couple inches. The trees so far beyond the grave, they groan and creak.
But in this lifeless forest, there is a burnt down cabin hinted with deceased mahogany. A child has been laid there in a birch basket, wrapped in a black and blue towel. His calls for his parents don't work out for him. The wails seem to fade away every minute. The infant has used to much of its vocal cords, death feels like it's close. With one last cry, the orphan lets his voice rest.
In its final moments of life, it sees two sides of bright light. One full of warmth and burning corpses, and the other, a Garden of Eden. The vision suddenly disappears like it was never part of life. Two hooded people with purple and red backpacks pick up his barely alive corpse, feed him cereal and juice, and take him to something he hasn't felt in a while.
Home.
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The Blue One
FantasyA single orphan is found alive at an abandoned and destroyed cabin in the woods. He wails and cries for an unknown amount of time. He is found close to his last seconds, but he is given juice and little cereal. The people who have found him, raise...
