Similes & Metaphors: A Miscellaneous Collection of Short Stories

Darkness

It's quite funny, really—after everything I've gone through, I still always come back to this place. Maybe it is because of the old, damp bridge, or the fact that the reeds lining the riverbed match the shade of my frizzy red hair. Either way, I love it here. I love the gloominess that dwells here, the fact that, no matter what, I can always come, and Darkness will always be here to welcome and comfort me.

Darkness is a strange young girl. She's vibrantly imaginative, and cunningly deceiving. Her curious eyes gaze at me as I enter her realm.

"I'm back," I say.

Did he hit you again?

Shaking my head, I answer, "He'll never do that again."

A smirk stretches Darkness' lips. She won't forgive you this time.

I shiver, then reply, "I'm not going back. I'm here to stay."

She blinks her eyes. One, two, three times. Follow me. Darkness scampers down into the river, and skips out of sight.

Immediately, I slide down into the river. Its water greets me in an icy embrace, and I shiver again.

For a moment, I wonder if I should turn back. Go back to the only home I have ever known. Because, even though I love it here, Darkness has turned me into something else.

But my heart says, This is my home now. And that instinct alone is correct, for this is, indeed, my shelter.

I know myself here.