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Spider Webs

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A little girl all alone in her house from long ago. She never grew up, but her family did. They grew up and moved on and passed away. But the little girl stays there and played her piano that is where she slept and stays. She hoped someday her family would come and get her but till then all she has is a little piece of cloth. She uses it as a blanket and as a rag to wipe away hr tears. Shes a very young appearing girl but shes not shes many many years old. But she waits and stays there. Invisible chains hold her down. They don't let her grow old or move on. The sun grows and turns off into the moon and the house gets older and older it slowly breaks down but the little girl stays and plays her piano. She plays for entertainment, for company, and for life. Its something for keeping her living, its her way of telling if shes still breathing, and still awake. She stops her playing and turns in her seat and their staring back at her is her daddy's chair. It grew spider webs on it from being so old. Theirs her sisters rocking chair. The little girl stood up and slowly found her balance. She had not really, moved much, but to lie down and sit up strait again. She put one foot in front of the other; she was amazed by how fast the concept returned to her. She could walk as well as she did before. She walked to her father's chair. She sat down there and paused in thought, an image of how he use to sit there and face her as she played. The little girl sat all the way back in the chair and rested her hands and arms on the arm rest like her father use to do she kept a strait face. She remembered thatbs what her father always did. She would play a song for him then she would turn in her seat to try to see what he thought, but he always kept a strait face. She never knew if he was proud of her or if she was bad because he never looked happy, but then again he didn't look disappointed either. After somewhat dreaming of her father she rose from where she was sitting and walked over to the rocking chair. This was her sister's now, but it use to be her rocking chair. She brushed her hand on it genitally and took all the spider webs off. This is the first time she saw the rocking chair look so lonely. She thought of how it always looked so happy when her sister was on it and of how sad it looked now. She groped around in her pocket then took out her piece of cloth and laid it over her rocking chair. She would miss her cloth and she knew it wasn't much but some how the little rocking chair looked a little less lonesome. She kept walking around her abandoned home. There was the kitchen and the dining room and next was then living room, she took one step and a memory flashed past her eyes it was all so real there was a flash of light then the room seemed brighter. Everything seemed alive. When her eyes readjusted she could see her piano, but it was clean not a spider web nor a piece of dust reminded. The shine coming from the top of her piano reminded her of something she hadn't seen in a while…. The Sun. … The sun didn't shin much through the spider webs that seemed to devour the blinds. She enjoyed the sun; she had almost forgot about it. She took a step in and looked at her house it was so alive so awake. Her dad's chair looked so soft and comfortable the sun. She walked up to it. The little girl felt so small in her father's chair. The rocking chair began to creak back and forth. The sound soothed the little girl and she began to grow tired. Her eyes began to grow heavy and hurt when they were open. The little girl was not use to this feeling, but it quickly returned to her like a flash of light. It was sleep; she had not really slept in a long time. She use to take small naps but she was never relaxed enough to sleep for hours. The little girl assured herself she would not sleep to long. The little girl fell into a deep sleep. In her dream she woke up and there was her mommy and her sister and her father. She ran to hug them but it was as though they didn't see her, hear her joyful cries or feel her presence or even notice she was missing. The little girl got sad of the rejection and curled up in her daddy chair and cried at this, when she awoke her dream she got up and walked over to her piano bench. Where she sat and played till she was lost in a world of only night, loneliness, music and spider webs.

By: Maniac Strange

Description
Spider Webs

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A little girl all alone in her house from long ago. She never grew up, but her family did. They grew up and moved on and passed away. But the little girl stays there and played her piano that is where she slept and stays. She hoped someday her family would come and get her but till then all she has is a little piece of cloth. She uses it as a blanket and as a rag to wipe away hr tears. Shes a very young appearing girl but shes not shes many many years old. But she waits and stays there. Invisible chains hold her down. They don't let her grow old or move on. The sun grows and turns off into the moon and the house gets older and older it slowly breaks down but the little girl stays and plays her piano. She plays for entertainment, for company, and for life. Its something for keeping her living, its her way of telling if shes still breathing, and still awake. She stops her playing and turns in her seat and their staring back at her is her daddy's chair. It grew spider webs on it from being so old. Theirs her sisters rocking chair. The little girl stood up and slowly found her balance. She had not really, moved much, but to lie down and sit up strait again. She put one foot in front of the other; she was amazed by how fast the concept returned to her. She could walk as well as she did before. She walked to her father's chair. She sat down there and paused in thought, an image of how he use to sit there and face her as she played. The little girl sat all the way back in the chair and rested her hands and arms on the arm rest like her father use to do she kept a strait face. She remembered thatbs what her father always did. She would play a song for him then she would turn in her seat to try to see what he thought, but he always kept a strait face. She never knew if he was proud of her or if she was bad because he never looked happy, but then again he didn't look disappointed either. After somewhat dreaming of her father she rose from where she was sitting and walked over to the rocking chair. This was her sister's now, but it use to be her rocking chair. She brushed her hand on it genitally and took all the spider webs off. This is the first time she saw the rocking chair look so lonely. She thought of how it always looked so happy when her sister was on it and of how sad it looked now. She groped around in her pocket then took out her piece of cloth and laid it over her rocking chair. She would miss her cloth and she knew it wasn't much but some how the little rocking chair looked a little less lonesome. She kept walking around her abandoned home. There was the kitchen and the dining room and next was then living room, she took one step and a memory flashed past her eyes it was all so real there was a flash of light then the room seemed brighter. Everything seemed alive. When her eyes readjusted she could see her piano, but it was clean not a spider web nor a piece of dust reminded. The shine coming from the top of her piano reminded her of something she hadn't seen in a while…. The Sun. … The sun didn't shin much through the spider webs that seemed to devour the blinds. She enjoyed the sun; she had almost forgot about it. She took a step in and looked at her house it was so alive so awake. Her dad's chair looked so soft and comfortable the sun. She walked up to it. The little girl felt so small in her father's chair. The rocking chair began to creak back and forth. The sound soothed the little girl and she began to grow tired. Her eyes began to grow heavy and hurt when they were open. The little girl was not use to this feeling, but it quickly returned to her like a flash of light. It was sleep; she had not really slept in a long time. She use to take small naps but she was never relaxed enough to sleep for hours. The little girl assured herself she would not sleep to long. The little girl fell into a deep sleep. In her dream she woke up and there was her mommy and her sister and her father. She ran to hug them but it was as though they didn't see her, hear her joyful cries or feel her presence or even notice she was missing. The little girl got sad of the rejection and curled up in her daddy chair and cried at this, when she awoke her dream she got up and walked over to her piano bench. Where she sat and played till she was lost in a world of only night, loneliness, music and spider webs.

By: Maniac Strange