Random Short Stories

Creating Magic

Their were many bright lights. Many people dancing and singing. Enjoying the festival.

I looked at the magical fascinating art and music. I wanted to be happy, I want to see how it feels like. I guess or I think I'll just miss this festival again.

I was standing in an alleyway with my ripped clothes covering me. I wanted to enjoy this day, to dance with my father and mother again but their gone. They just disappeared like thin air blowing through ones hair.

I started to space out then a men and a woman seem to notice me. They looked tired but they also seem to enjoy the rest of the day.

The man walks over to me. I was now out of my thoughts and decided to leave until he grabbed my arm and I looked back at him in panic. I was about to fight this dude until he said something I never heard from a person I've talked to in my entire life.

"Would you like to join us?"

I looked into his eyes. I turned and looked back at the festival.
I wanted to but who's to say I could just trust this person no stranger.  I tugged my arm back and backed up a few steps.

This festival was supposed to be for fathers day and I came to enjoy it since my father might be here. I always knew he liked parties and festivals. I know it may be a lost cause but maybe just maybe.

"Hey, would you like to join us?"

I stood their and nodded. The man toke my hand and walked to the woman.

The woman looked at me with a smile on her face and looked at my worn down clothes.

"oh no this won't do, come on let's get you some proper clothes," she toke my other hand and we walked to stores.

I enjoyed their company but I looked around searching. They just toke me in without question but I'm glad they didn't questioned me about why I was in the alleyway and my torn clothes.

I looked around and saw a man, a very familiar man that I've seen in my childhood. I looked at the people who toke me in, in the matter of minutes I felt happy for once. I looked back at the familiar man.

It. Was.  My.  Father. 

My own flesh and blood. I ran towards him. The couple looked back and yelled for me.

I ran towards him and ran, when I came into view, he was with a woman. I stopped running and looked at the woman. She wasn't my mother and then a kid running towards them.

I felt sick and heartbroken. He seems so happy. I walked towards him. I still did.

And I tapped him, he turned around and saw me, he was shocked and I was already crying.

"How could you" I told him and started to scream "HOW COULD YOU TO THIS TO ME!" the crowd of people were now looking at us.

Before he could answer, I ran and ran. I somehow ended up at the park and I looked at my self in the pond.

I saw my dirty blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. Pale skin and bruises covering my skin. I wasn't like most young boys I was skinny and quite small so most people confuse me for a girl.

I started crying and then I felt a hand in my back I looked at back and it was the man. The man hugged me even though he didn't know me well. I looked further back and saw the woman. Smiling at me and slowly walked towards us and hugged us.

"Why don't you come home with us, kid" the man said. I wanted to decline but I looked at their faces and said "My name isn't kid, my names Michael"

They both chuckled softly and said "well Michael , our names are Lizzy and Mike nice to met you", we laughed and they toke me to their house and our adventure now behind like a real family.

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This story leaves some holes to fill but it seems quite good to me so...... I'm proud for it.
I know fathers day passes way long ago but hey fathers day and mothers day is everyday so.  Be happy and love your friends and family everyday

👋 bye