My Short Stories

Rich For Real

Notes: I like this one, I think it's cute. And more morals! Yay! Anyway, enjoy!

Prompt:
"You don't understand!" She laughed. The little girl, dressed in rags and bare feet, danced through the streets. "I'm the richest person alive."

The whole village knew of the girl, the girl that roamed the streets wearing old rags, with messy hair and no shoes to cover her small dirty feet. She had no home to dwell in, no money for toys, or even food for that matter and no parents or family to love and provide for her.

All the village folk felt deep sympathy and sorrow for the small child, but it was tuff times for everyone. Some could barely provide for the family they already had, and the ones that were rich were too prideful and selfish to do anything for anyone.

So, the little girl continues to walk through the streets alone, her messy brown hair falling over her eyes, terribly tangled and matted, her frail little legs carry her forward as she played with a stick that she was never seen without, hitting the ground in front of her as she walks.

A man was walking down the street, when he heard music. The beautiful sounds flowed through the streets, making some people peep out their windows or crack open their doors to hear more of the pleasant sounds.

The man, and some other curious villagers, walk further down the street, seeking out the beautiful melodies. As they venture further, they realize the music is coming from outside of town. Some of them hesitate for a moment, scared of what lays beyond their quaint village. They start to filter into the forest, coming to the conclusion that the sounds were coming from there.

They tread through the woods and eventually come to a clearing where the music was the loudest. The man is the first to step foot into the clearing, his eyes widening in wonder.

There stood before him was the same little girl, her hair was still a mess and her feet still bare, but she was surrounded by white glowing, almost transparent people. The little girl stood before all the ghost looking people, her stick in hand, conducting then as they played instruments. The ghostly people all had soft smiles as they played the music. The girl swayed on her tip toes, a big grin on her face.

The rest of the villagers came over, with small gasps and awed looks. "I thought you all would never come!" The little girl yelled over the music, not looking to any of them. For the little girl came here every night, playing music with her friends, hoping to share it someday. The little girl jumped excitedly.
"Come along now, it's time." She said to her friends, leading them through the forest towards the town.

The girl danced down the street, the ghostly people following after the small child, playing the music still. People that were sleeping were awoken by the lovey sounds, people leaving their dwellings to enjoy the music. People started to dance down the streets with the girl and ghostly ones. The ghostly ones lit up the street as they danced in a soft hue.

"Isn't that the poor girl?" One woman asked another house wife. The little girl laughed, hearing what the woman had said. "You don't understand," the girl laughed, still dancing, leading her ghostly friends. "I'm the richest person alive!"

And she was right, in her eyes at least. She was rich with the one thing money couldn't buy, and sure, maybe clothes or toys would bring her some kind of happiness, but things you buy aren't a guarantee. You can have a big house, nice things, but that can't keep you 100% from being depressed. And there's always the chance of losing it all one day.

And this child, at such a young age, knew that. She knew things could be ripped out of your hands, that the world could be curl. But for she learned that she could find happiness.

Happiness from just being able to hear music and have friends to play it with.

So yes, she really was the richest person alive.

End Notes: So, what'd you think? If you have any prompts you would like to see me do some time, just send them over. Thank you for reading! See you next time!