Some stories often come from inspiration, while others are products of depression - like this.
"There are other people who are better singers than you, other people are better actresses than you, but I chose you!"
His spiteful words rang in my ears.
It's October 25, 1998.
It's been a few months since I last saw him. It was. perhaps, the last time I would see him, too.
I was lying on my bed when I realized this sad truth. I sat up slowly from my mattress and went to my study table.
I don't know what force led me to sit in front of my laptop. I stared at the blank screen while my hands were on the keyboard.
I had to get this pain out of my system, I told myself.
I started fiddling with the two cardboard masks that lay on my bed - a dolphin mask made in blue, and sky blue with white hues, and another was a swan-shaped mask with yellow-green, yellow, and orange feathers.
I looked at these masks and smiled bitterly.
These were the remaining mementos of our friendship.
My heart began to contract and hardened, and my hands were in a position to write something on the keyboard.
I stared blankly once again at these masks.
Memories came rushing back, and thoughts and emotions of the past months came pouring through my veins and into my hands as I started writing.
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How the Dolphin Taught the Swan to Fly
General FictionEveryone can fly, but not everyone remembers they have the wings to do so. Some stories often come from inspiration, while some are born from depression - like this. A dolphin, a whale; and a pipit befriend an orphaned swan accidentally dropped by a...
