Birds of a Feather (Ongoing)

Dinner and Tales

Have you ever written a story, realized no one was going to read it and vote for your own story? 

Because I haven't.

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One of the hardest parts of life 

is deciding

 whether to walk away 

or try harder.

~

Anonymous.

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We walked in silence, the impending dread of dinner loomed in the form of an intricately carved door. 

It was appropriately sized, an immense and wide-stretching giant. 

Tiny etched patterns sprawled over the wide expanse of the door. Golden veins snake through the smaller pictures. All the smaller pictures made a big picture, as the gold lines made a majestic sun. 

There was a crushing presence on the other side, almost as big as the drawn sun gleaming gold on the giant door. It felt like a boulder, a growing one, slowly pressing my presence against a hard place. I gulped, anticipating the confirmation at dinner. 

Sister gazed at me, her piercing blue eyes poked holes in my body. 

Brother stared at me, with a heavy expectant gaze.

Open it, her eyes flashed a faded blue.

I don't want to, I looked back. 

Mother will be less mad, Brother stared, making a legitimate point. 

Fine, I glared. 

I slumped over to the door with an air of resigning defeat. I gingerly placed both palms on each side of the door. An etched image of a crow glared at me, it's beady onyx eyes belittled me. The inky soulless gaze scream, you are not worthy. 

I ignored the crow as a burning sensation built up. The aged wood burned against my palm. It seared hot in a mildly unpleasant but unpainful way. A trickle of sweat took its time to agonizingly crawl its way down my face. 

I resisted the urge to wipe it as I let my eyes fall and drew a steady deep breath in. Then I reached into the depths of my memories. 

Alright, just a little bit. Don't lose control. 

I fell into the crevice of my mind. Drifting softly in blinding darkness. Glowing colorful pairs of orbs floated around in the unending night. 

I looked through them. Blue, violet, brown. 

A pair of light blue globes shot by and disappeared into the dark obsidian. 

Perfect.

I walked over to the orbs with no solid objects underneath, it was my mind, after all, and I can control some of it.

I ran after it, dodging and leaping over other orbs. The light blue spherule continued to evade my relentless chasing with ease. My palms grew slightly sweaty and burned, a reminder the outside world was waiting.