we found my gift when i was young after the accident, when i drew the Boogie an and he peeled off the paper, becoming real. there are two ways to kill my art, rip the paper, or slice them in half.
when i draw something they become real, true flesh and blood. yet even with a gift as strong as mine, you still cant bring someone back from the dead, i learned that the hard way.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Eight Years Ago ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Daddy! Daddy!" i shouted running with a fresh rose i had just picked from the garden.
"Honey! Daddy's tired! Let him rest please!" My mom shouted back to me, i didn't slow even with her warning. I ran up the stairs, my small feet pounding against the old rickety stairs, threatening to break even under my weight, the weight of a six year old.
"Alex!" My mom shouted, but it was to late to prevent the future. I was on the last three steps when the wood gave away.
"DADDY!" I yelled falling about ten feet down, the rose flying from my hand.
My body made contact with the ground, and something else. There was a sharp pain in my stomach, I felt weak, my eyes made contact with the thing causing me so much pain, a rusty metal poll stuck up from the ground, glistening with my blood. My head fell back, everything going in and out of focus, everything seemed to be going in slow motion.
"ALEX!" Daddy's voice rang out, my eyes shut, my body going limp. Pain ran threw out me. Then Daddy's warms arms rapped underneath me and heaved me up, fresh pain ran threw out me but i was to weak to scream. "Stay with me Alex! Please!" Daddy yelled.
"Daddy...? I-I brought you a rose..." i managed to get out, then everything went black.
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I rubbed my eyes, yawing, i felt fresh, brand new. i sat up, looking around me.
"Daddy?" i shouted. Someone came up behind me.
"Good morning Alex." and unfamiliar voice rang out. I turned to see a man dressed in white a brown orange beard hung from his chin.
"Who are you?" I asked in a small voice.
"I am your father, the father of everyone." The ma n replied.
"Your not my Daddy..." i looked around and saw an image of my family sitting around a hospital bed, "He is!" i shouted with a smile running to the image.
"Yes... hes your earth father, now sweetie I'm giving you a chance to chose your future, you can stay here and have anything you want, or you can go back, but i must warn you, if you go back you are going to run into conflicts that you may not be able to pass by yourself, except help." He informed me.
"I just want to me with my Daddy!" i stomped my small foot.
"All right, you have chosen you path, before you go take this gift..." he opened my small hand and touched the palm of it, a warm feeling ran thew me.
"What is it?" i asked my round blue eyes looking into his.
"You will find out soon... now its time for you to go." He turned me towards the portal and i walked threw, with my eyes closed the whole time.
But now i know better, i should have stayed there with him. i would have had a better life.
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After weeks of being in the hospital they finally let me go home, we drove in silence. finally the silents got to me and i began singing along with the radio. after a little wile i became my old self... mostly.
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The Gift (On Hold)
Short StoryI have had the gift almost all my life, learned to only use it for good, not evil. But one day i have to break all my rules in order to save my family and possibly the world, but lets not start there , lets start from when the accident happened, the...
