Outside my window, through the glass my ears perceive a sound quite similar to that of song.
The sound wraps and weaves it's way into my heart. Coiling around it's beating core.
I get up from my chair, it scrapes across the stark white tile, my cold bare feet making their way to the door.
Stepping into the cool evening my mind bends and follows the sound.
The ground is wet, my feet slapping against it as I wander down the drive.
Dressed in a robe, sweater, and baggy pants I stumble. My feet catching themselves every time I slip.
The ground is ice, hard, cold, and milky. My eyes blurry and unfocused. I no longer have my glass vision.
I wander blindly to the sound.
It doesn't stop, it's consistent, like rain. Continuously pouring down onto my soul. I step out into the street.
No cars.
No bikers.
No pedestrians.
Only a few ducks and books.
Only some trees and the wind and the sound in the silence to keep me company.
I continue my lustrous adventure, making my way steadily closer to the sound.
It's a melody, a woman, a girl, a female sings it. It ties strings to my mind, tugging, yanking, heaving my wearied body near.
Then it stops.
Leaving me out in the street.
With nothing.
No one.
Empty stillness.
Loud silence booming and deafening in my ears.
The song is gone, taking a bite of me with it, it's haunting glory leaving me breathless.
Now the sound is gone, only I remain, my hitched breaths breaking the barrier of silence.
I am alone in its depth.
In its black.
In its lost song.
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Strange, Peculiar, and Outright Weird Short Stories
AléatoireHullo and welcome!! This is the beginning to a twisted, gnarled, enchanting, and mind-boggling adventure. Full of fantastical tales, small bursts of weird, and a consistent lack of understanding of what in the world is going on. These short stories...
