The evening sky blossomed on top of the city, like red lights flashing on a festive night. As I walked down the quiet street heading home, a figure came spiralling down and almost hit me by an inch.
There, laying on the ground, was a bird. I quickly rushed over to the bird at the speed of light, hoping that it's still fine. But, I was wrong. The bird, looking as weak as a person that has an infection, flapped its wings as if it's trying to say something.
I looked around. No one here. Then, I looked at the now struggling bird. Without hesitation, I put down my bag and took out a cotton pad to dry the wound up. The bird opened its beak and flapped its wings, as if it is moaning in pain.
"Shh...it's okay, everything's gonna be alright" I told the bird, even though I knew it couldn't understand a word I said. I then pulled out a bandage out of my bag to wrap around the injured area of the bird, its body. Soon, I was done and the bird stopped flapping it's wings too. I was thinking that the bird had stopped flapping because it isn't in pain anymore. But...little did I know...
Things took a change for the worse....
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Short Story"I couldn't save it..." I murmured as the wind howled gloomily.. Updates every Tuesday! Oh yea, and let me know in the comments section if there are any mistakes. You're help is beneficial in keeping the next story smooth and flowing!
