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rainbowfic2016-08-04 03:45 am
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2016-08-04 03:45 am
Entry tags:
Spring Green
Name: Sebastian
Story: None
Colors: Spring Green: 14. different people with a common pain
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 205
Warnings: Dead children but they died through fairytale means.
Summary: What happens to the other children.
Notes Trying to make myself write a little each day is a thing that I'm not sure I can do but I made it happen two days in a row,s o I will call it a win.
It doesn't matter that the witch is dead now. It doesn't matter that the boy and girl got away free. The candy house is decomposing, nature weathering away the sweetness into nothing, and the oven goes untouched.
The other children will lose the place they call home, soon enough having only the woods to surround them.
No one thinks dead children care about where they live, that it doesn't matter if there is a roof over their heads or blankets around their shoulders. No one thinks that dead children care about much of anything.
But they've grown to love the house, love the warmth of the oven, love the sweet smell of candy in the sunlight. No, the witch was never cared for but her home had become theirs.
It's falling apart now, windows breaking, doors cracking beneath the elements. They're going to lose the only good thing the witch ever did for them and they're going to lose it soon.
They never wanted to live in ruins, never wanted to exist within the scraps of what had once been their prison but there isn't anything to be done.
Time moves on, people move on, the house falls apart and yet the children will remain.
Story: None
Colors: Spring Green: 14. different people with a common pain
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 205
Warnings: Dead children but they died through fairytale means.
Summary: What happens to the other children.
Notes Trying to make myself write a little each day is a thing that I'm not sure I can do but I made it happen two days in a row,s o I will call it a win.
It doesn't matter that the witch is dead now. It doesn't matter that the boy and girl got away free. The candy house is decomposing, nature weathering away the sweetness into nothing, and the oven goes untouched.
The other children will lose the place they call home, soon enough having only the woods to surround them.
No one thinks dead children care about where they live, that it doesn't matter if there is a roof over their heads or blankets around their shoulders. No one thinks that dead children care about much of anything.
But they've grown to love the house, love the warmth of the oven, love the sweet smell of candy in the sunlight. No, the witch was never cared for but her home had become theirs.
It's falling apart now, windows breaking, doors cracking beneath the elements. They're going to lose the only good thing the witch ever did for them and they're going to lose it soon.
They never wanted to live in ruins, never wanted to exist within the scraps of what had once been their prison but there isn't anything to be done.
Time moves on, people move on, the house falls apart and yet the children will remain.