Hello people, here's some stories I found in the comments section of a YouTube video. There are ones that are poems, but still, they belong in this thing.
Song used: Disintegrating by Myuu
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Ash to ash
Dust to dust
I held my creators hand
As my body begins to rust
I am a machine
Unable to produce tears
Created with free will
Yet I choose to stay here
The rain begins to fall
My metal brain corrodes
I wish I could do more
As I sit here expose
By The Lair of Blair
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Ah yes. The rain comes and goes. With my friend, it cleansed his skin of the filth that cloaked his skin. But with me...it makes me old. Worn. Dirty. Flaked. I don't know why my skin degrades when I feel the rain; am I not like him?
He used to dance with me in the rain. Yes, I remember it well. I always weighed too much, and would slip over. Of course, he would help me up. He often hid his hands, for some reason. They seemed covered in red.
After a while, the rain was relentless. My friend wouldn't touch me. He told me it hurt to feel his skin. I didn't know what he meant by hurt, but I continued to press him more. I reached over to touch his arm when he wasn't looking.
A fine line appeared on his skin, and he let out a shrill cry as red as water fell onto the rotting wooden of our shelter. Inspecting my hands, I saw they were flaky. Was I decaying? That's what my friend to told me about. When we grow old, per skin rots like the wood of our home, and becomes brittle.
My friend never spoke to me again. Weeks passed, and he moved less and less. He seemed to struggle to even walk, any he always flexed all of his muscles for some odd reason. One day, we went into a field of mud, far from home. Even though he clamped his mouth tight, and refused to speak to me, I could tell he couldn't walk anymore.
I laid him down, and then...something odd occurred. He began straightening his back out. I wondered why he would do this, laying on the floor, but he continued regardless of my warnings. I was worried. My friend was now bending his back the wrong way, and he was crying.
Snap.
No more struggling. No more crying. He laid still, without a single twitch. I straightened out his folded back, and lay him down. He was probably asleep.
It started raining.
It stopped raining.
It started raining.
It stopped raining.
I sat there by my friend's side as he slept for what seemed like days on end. His body slowly shrunk until it was white, and looked like my own in a way. His arms weren't soft and gentle anymore. His face no longer beautiful.
I wondered why such a transformation had occurred, and why I haven't gone through the same. I heard a raindrop splash, rattling finely through my friend's head. And another. And another.
Ah yes. The rain comes and goes...
By Gus
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Hello, my oldest friend
I'm glad you could forgive me again
The things you said, were so mean but now they sound so sweet...
Yeah, my bestest, you know the history
They did exactly what you said they would
Too much exactly, I would say...
But in the end, it is okay
Don't worry, my goodness friend
I will not be mad at you again
I see what you've done
She is now in a better place
It's time, my newest friend
I want to bread your word again
To those who are shining...
Or so they thought...
Give me the order, the order to begin
Spread the things you've done to me
And I couldn't retaliate
Yeah, darkness my only friend
I came back to you
Again...
By Tacio OB
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There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done,
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
By insomnish
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Tick, tock, tick tock,
With each tick of the fading clock
Another second floats away
It won't be long till my final day.
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
With each tick of the fading clock,
Another piece of me falls away,
The next sun will mark my final day.
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
The last ever chime of the fading clock
The last piece of me falls away
I greet, like a friend, my final day.
By leahtheperson
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Word count: 857
That's all I have for now. If something looks off or weird in general, ignore it.
Byeee my bookworms.
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