Saturday 24 August 2013

Story: The Thief and The Fairy - Chapter 1



The Thief and The Fairy - Chapter One                              

As I walked alone within these empty silent streets of the night, almost as if left behind by time, I am reminded that it has been 20 years since I have been living in this mess of a town. It’s not a mess because of the way it looks, rather it’s a mess because of how organized it is. A town which has an immovable hierarchy with the rich at the top, woven together with a web of connections between those who matter. I despise that system, those who created it, and the ones who lives with it. But what I despise the most is this reflection I see while standing in front of a window. I hate myself for being so powerless, pathetic, and pitiful. Acting all victimized. I have labeled myself as a fault of this society without even giving a fight. I’ve forsaken myself to crimes as a way of self gratification and became a thief. I hate myself for becoming a thief now, but there is nothing I can change anymore. No one is able to accept a person who sees nothing, but the ground before them. No one would want a person who is ashamed of himself; of his disheveled black hair, of his black and white hoody, of his black jeans, and of his black shoes. Everything of my possession was taken from someone else one way or another, there was nothing I took pride of having. The one and only thing I could be proud of, was the name “Will”. It was given to me by my mother; or so I have been told.  

Artwork: Waiting




































By: WrittenDusk

Friday 16 August 2013

Welcome

Hi,

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