Dedicated to fruitystories
The first time I tought that she was my friend. You know. Every lonley kid has an imaginary friend.Perfect creatures created by their childish minds.Inspiration could be taken from anywhere... The TV,books,reality, dreams...and nightmares.
She appeared soon after my parents started to fight and I,needed someone to talk to. Someone to tell me that everything will be ok... And,it really was..the first times at least. Not that I will ever know the reason behind their fights,because one night my mother took me and we left that house.. I never saw dad again.
And then,'she' dissapeared. She,my friend, didn't have a name back then. But,oneday, she suddenly came back, telling me that the world is a horrible place and that I need her to survive.. But... I never saw the world that way...
Remember what I told you? That if you play a bit with the letters of my name you'll get a whole new word.. AIR
That's the name I gave her. Just like the air.. Invisible, but always there.
But as I heard many people say..
"The air may be a poison wich slowly but surely kills us all"
What do you guys think? Do you like it? Should I continue this?
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My Air(Completed) #Wattys2016
Short StoryWithout air you can't live. We need air to breathe. But once I read that the air is a poison which slowly, but surely, kills us all. ~~~~ My name is Ari,short for Aria,my whole existence concentrated in 3 letters.If you play a little bit with them...
