Raven

Raven

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This short story is open for interpretation, I wrote it specifically so that the reader can come up with their own idea of what's going on. However, the story was originally written to be read in this context, if you've finished reading or simply cannot figure out what on earth is going on: A lonely old man has passed on in the night, awakening in his cabin on the beach which he shared with his late wife. He sees a little raven perched on his windowsill, whom he chases. He follows the raven to the sea, a rollercoaster of an emotional journey on his way. He loses the raven and gives up hope, but lo and behold among the waters is his late wife and the little bird, beckoning him in. In this story the raven represents an angle of death, guiding the man on his journey to the afterlife, symbolised by the ocean. I hope you enjoyed this silly little story and have a good day <33
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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