Strings
One-Shot
Chloe
I remember my old life perfectly. The stars looked as if they had been sewn into the sky with a magicians hand. The moon hung perfectly at night and rose as if a ventriloquist had been controlling it from above. The sky would be an inky black at night. The day would bring fresh morning dew to the grass. The clouds swung around the sky like a pendulum. They morphed into shapes that made a story. The sun was a fiery orange that attached itself to the periwinkle blue sky. Friends attached themselves to each other. The world was fitting together perfectly like a sweater.
However, now everything just fell apart. The stars were invisible, Mother Nature must of forgotten to sew them in. The moon seemed out of place, like someone had tried to throw an ugly shirt away but couldn't. The clouds all looked the same, just a bunch of gray blobs. The sun was barely visible most days. The closest groups of friends were now all growing away from each other, like growing out of a pair of leggings. I like to say that the world's strings just gave in.
