A/N A 200 word story containing symbolism.
They tenderly held a small stuffed bear against their chest. Burdened as it was with a soft, vulnerable body it served as a reminder. A reminder of a past still lamented for.
Every time regretful, painful memories bubbled to the surface, they would squeeze it tighter. Every time they wished to return to their innocent days of laughter, they'd tug.
Every time they cried for a soul afflicted with stress, they'd grip and claw.
And, it would seem, the bear bled for it. Crimson stuffing spilled from various openings, the mangled stitching flailing like torn capillaries.
The abused bear struggled out of neurotic arms. The freedom obsessed bear leaped. Unaware, it tumbled right into a flickering candle.
Set aflame by the overturned candle, the bear burned. The once golden fur curled into itself like the charcoal tentacles of a frightened squid. Black orbs that used to reflect mirth now showed only melancholy as its remnants trickled down bloodied cheeks. The scent of ash and burning chemicals mingled with the ever present stench of iron; as though performing a beautiful dance, they waltzed across the mournful room. Then the bear slowly shrivelled until it was nothing more than a mere husk.
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A Writer's Time Capsule
Kısa HikayeThis is a collection of drabbles and short stories (or one-shots) that I have written over several years. WARNING! Very slow, sporadic updates. I also have another book with stories I had written for school, I might move them to this book at some p...
