Sassy Sunday Story Starter
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by Amy C
Word Count - 294
When her shadow filled the alleyway, all laughter died. Laughter always died when she appeared. Not that she liked it. In fact, she hated it, despised and dreaded it. She found it to be quite tiresome to be so at odds with her gift, or rather curse, in her case. Perhaps there had been a time in her long existence when she feed off the sadness and pain of the humans around her. Vague memories of her reveling in their sorrow flittered momentarily through her mind.
As she walked down the alley, drawing closer to the group of young adults who had been laughing so joyously, were now standing as if defeated, as if the world around them had nothing to offer but despair and heartache. Not a single trace of happiness could be identified. The happiness that only moments ago filled them, surrounded them had vanished. She’d sucked it right out of their souls. That was her nature, the very essence of her being; forever cursed with stealing the bliss and content from those around her.
She knew the futility of trying to fight it, to give back what she took, and the impossibility of it. She’d tried. And she’d failed. If she could give it back, she would. To hear laughter, to see it shining and dancing in anther’s eyes for longer that a brief moment, she would give it all back.
But instead she only appeared before the humans when she grew weak, and then only took what she needed of the pleasures and delights from her victims to sustain her life. A tiny tear trickled down her cheek when she gazed into the eyes of one of the young men, for she saw her name staring back at her--Misery.* * * * *
Hmm, me thinks I am in a rather melancholic mood this evening. What do you think?
I forgot all about Sassy's Sunday Story Starter until Dottie reminded me!
Thank you, Dottie :)