Between Black and White (Youngwritersshortstory Entry)
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  • Reads 176
  • Votes 8
  • Parts 1
  • Time 11m
Complete, First published Aug 15, 2014
Not every hero has the right intentions, not every villain has the wrong.  Truthfully, nothing is as simple as just being black or white, one or the other. If it was, life would be a heck of a lot easier.

When we were younger, our parents would read us fairytales. Who didn't like the outgoing, caring, hero who defeated the evil villain and saved the day? All those stories had morals, lessons, that taught us the values of life. But, when you grow older, you ditch those pointless morals and make some of your own. Reality is a cold slap in the face, waking you up from childhood. Soon, you find that in our world, there's no such thing as a hero or villain, just a few million people milling around and trying to make the right decisions for themselves. No person on this planet is good or bad, just either less or more messed up. It isn't long before those treasured stories are forgotten.

Let's face it, as much as we try to be, we aren't kids anymore. Wake up. This is reality.

-Charlie
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𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧. In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.