Short Stories

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Of all the people who lived in the boarding house, the one with all the windows, a pretty garden, and where children always playes, there was one who didn't belong. That is what she thought, that she didn't belong, but she felt that she did, she who was loved and cared for to the best someone could imagine.
When storms would come, she held the small ones close and whispered stories of heroes in their ears. When the caretakers fought, she cared for the house. She had a best friend, whom she loved, and who moved away on short notice. Then she sat in the house most of the days.
Her feelings she locked in all the worst, anger, annoyance, pain, and sadness, and let happy, joy, and laughter out. She was aa good listener, but wasnt good at being listened to. She was good at encouraging people, but no one encouraged her. She did everything right and took the blame for mischief. She was beautiful and some noticed. She was kind and then taken for granted.
She wanted someone to come along and free her chained wings. The wings that wished to soar, but were crushed with anger, annoyance, pain, and sadness, and also the need to please others before herself.
She needed to be freed, someday. She didn't know how to get the key that unklocked the unseen wings.
She would be imprisoned inside, but on the outside she would laugh when she wanted to cry and smile when she was in pain. She wasn't perfect, but maybe if on other noticed her, she'd have some self esteem, if only a person would notice her, someone who lived outside the lovley boarding house.
She was resposible, but a new born in they eyes of adults. She was tolerated, but not acknowledged. She was herself, yet wished to be different; someone other than the face she saw. Someone who didn't just please others, but herself as well, she was annoyed at just herself. She was alos angry at herself.
She wished fairytales were real and that she would be in them. To be so care free and sure of one's future, she wanted it so badly.
More than anything, she wished not to be a burden, at all, not even the weight of a small envelope, to those who loved her.
One day, her sister came and sat down beside her, and then her mother soon joined. The small, lovley boarding house carried their tears that night.
Finnally, her wings were freed and the spread towards the sky, taking flight, and freeing themselves from the chains of anger, and of pain, sadness, and annoyance. The beauty of the unseen wings.

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