Hey, i was bored sooooo.....i made a this story, enjoy
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My blank face is what i am known for, my missing eye is nowhere to be seen,
Never have i left my spot, this is my home for her i will never leave this is spot,
I have a job and i will do it till the day i die,
Day by day i stay at my post, not moving a blank face as just my job needs me to do, looking a the dead filed that faced me from day one, but as the years went by so did the tourist,
Sales went down as so did crops,
Till time consumed the land to nothing but a dirt-patch,
But sill i did my job,
I kept those dam Rats at bay for all those years, and sill after they did their job running her one home,
They sill didn't leave so, my job was never completed, i was trapped in this hell i called existent,
So here i am in a never ending battle of patients, pain, willpower and pride
but as i was looking at the sky one of my least favorite rat showed up
landing on my ripped, worn out old cloths
digging its sharp talons into my shoulder, the pain shots through my shoulder,
and just to add to it he was pecking at my eye.
"Can you not?" i asked in my raspy dry voice as the black crow picked at my face "why? your not going to do a thing about it....you never do" he replied in a bored tone,
As he picked at the thread in my black button eye pulling the string out move then the day before,
the thread loosened as if a symbol of my will to live,
Day by day, getting loser,thinner and weaker,but yet the string still held strong yet so weak, ready to break, but i still held strong, all of my string had weaken over the years,
Yet for my own promise to reason, i keep going no matter what happens
I held my strings tighten, not letting go....but the rat spoke one word that made my world stop for a moment "Why" the one word plagued me for all my year why,
why the hell did i put up with all this bullshit, i could give up just like that *clicks*
be over with it go to bed and close my old tired eye.....but i made a promise to....her 23 years ago she looked at me with fear in her big blue eyes. looking at my ugly cloth face she spoke
"can you protect me for the big ugly flying rats until there all gone?"
she said it so sweetly, my cold, old web curved hart felt warmth for the first time in years,
felt a reason to live
A push to do something with my life,
And from that day ford a kept that promise,
And to give a reply to the crow,
"For her"
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FantasyI have had this idea in my head for weeks so i made this book, p.s i also have this on quotev (there is swearing)
