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A Random Story I wrote

AN:
This is based on a poem by Emily Dickinson, A narrow Fellow in the Grass.

All the words in italics are a part of that poem and do not belong to me.

Enjoy, I guess?

Btw I'm sorry about the last chapter that was me being dumb (dumber than usual XD)

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A narrow Fellow in the Grass

Occasionally rides –

Feet crunched in the fresh autumn leaves and the sound of heavy breathing filled the night. Columns of smoke were released by the large number of torches They carried, each one flickering in the wind. They came in troops, vast and never-ending. I darted through the tall grass, weaving in and out of sight, the grass swaying and keeping me shrouded in darkness. I was confident that They could never find me. And that, was where my downfall began.

You may have met him? Did you not

His notice instant is –

All of a sudden, burly fists clutched my shirt. The darkness had hidden me, but it had hidden them too. I was dragged from my place in the grass, and thrown carelessly onto the ground. Sharp stones and other miscellaneous items broke my skin where my shirt had risen to expose a small portion of my stomach. They say He helps all those in need, whether they are 'kind' or not. Well, where was He now? Where was he when we needed Him? He was the cause of this very situation. Because I refused to believe, They came after me. Because I took matters into my own hands, They came after me. But because of Them, I lost everything.

The Grass divides as with a Comb –

A spotted Shaft is seen,

A sack-like object was placed over my head, rendering my sight useless. But I was used to the darkness. After all, that was all we ever saw. My mind was in turmoil, not knowing how to feel. At first, it chose shock, which morphed into fear, dread, despair, sadness and finally settled upon acceptance. I knew what awaited me, my future was not all that unclear. The sound of metal scraping on cobblestone broke into my thoughts, like a knife cutting through butter. The sack was removed from its place upon my head, and black spots danced in my eyes from the sudden exposure to light. At first, I assumed it was daytime, and was quite shocked at how fast time passed. But after my vision cleared, I realised I was inside a dungeon. Surprisingly, it was quite dimly lit, and my eyes had simply mistaken it to be bright due to the prolonged darkness they had been in. I was in a cold, damp cell, with straw covering a portion of the floor. Metal bars prevented me from leaving, holding me captive. I ran my hand through my cropped hair. I was startled for a second, having expected to feel my previously long, smooth locks cascade through my fingers. Instead, what I felt was grimy and jagged, knots tugging at each finger. I felt my eyelids drooping, and my arms fall limp. I sat, defeated, back leaning against a cold stone wall. And after many months, I let my conscience rest.

And then closes at your Feet,

And opens further on –

I woke up in a field. A gentle breeze blew in my face, brushing the hair out of my eyes. I stood up, until my legs crumpled under the weight of my body. I quickly regained my composure, and drank in the sight. Long grass flowed with the wind, my hair flowing with it. Small flowers dotted the field, their whites standing out amongst the green. I had the sudden urge to run through the grass, to part it with my hands, to feel the its slippery blades. And so, I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could take me. The grass caressed my bare feet, cushioning my every footfall. I slowly stumbled to a stop, my breath heavy and my heart still racing. Laughter started building up in my chest, bubbling out of my mouth. I stood alone in the middle of the field, chuckling. The insanity of the display caused my mirth to double. I bent over, my arms clutching my stomach as I struggled to breathe. My hair fell over my face, the golden strands falling into my mouth. I gulped in air, finally beginning to calm down. It had been years since I had laughed like that. I ran my hand through my hair, feeling the familiar touch of my locks cascading through my fingers. A sudden feeling of déjà vu washed over me. And that was when I remembered. I had cut my hair, many months ago. I still remember the weight of the knife in my hand, the coldness of its blade as it touched my neck. I remember seeing my hair fall to the ground, piling on top of the other golden strands that fell before. I remember making that decision, that one fateful day. And at that moment, I woke up.

He likes a Boggy Acre –

A Floor too cool for Corn –

I stirred, sitting up to rub the sleep out of my eyes. The sound of heavy footsteps approaching me brought me to attention, my guard up and alert. Two burly knights walked into the cell, each grabbing one of my arms. They dragged me out to meet a third knight, who placed that dreaded sack over my head. Once again, I was engulfed by darkness. My feet dragged across the floor, and I let my body fall limp. If I was to be taken, I was not going to make it easy. We continued forward, with me keeping at a steady rhythm of 'drag, jerk, stumble, drag' until we came to an abrupt stop. The sack was removed from my head, leaving my vision scrambling until it was used to the light. It was blinding, with my sight being impaired for much longer than it was the last time. I felt heavy metal chains being locked onto my wrists, the sudden weight causing them to momentarily drop. The sharp bite of the cold metal against my skin was uncomfortable, along with the small flecks of rust digging into my bone. And that was when it happened. The cool breeze began to get warmer, until it was a furnace. The wooden floor began to heat up, until my feet felt like they were standing upon hot coals. The smell of burning flesh hit my nose, causing me to gag. The sound of screaming filled the air. It was then replaced with silence.

But when a Boy and Barefoot

I more than once at noon

A knight came down to where I stood. He pulled my arms violently and removed the shackles. I was dragged up the stairs onto the podium, and tied onto a large log placed in the centre. Many pieces of firewood lay littered at its base, along with piles of ashes. The wood was still quite hot, branding obscure marks into my bare feet. The church clock chimed, indicating that it was midday. I took a deep breath. This was the end.

Have passed I thought a Whiplash

Unbraiding in the Sun

Memories of my life flashed before my eyes. My family. My older sister, braiding my hair. My younger brother, chasing me through the fields. My father, showing me the art of the blacksmiths. My mother, caring for us, through all that had happened. The happier days, when things were simpler. Before it happened. Before they left. Before I became this.

When stooping to secure it

It wrinkled And was gone –

The smell of smoke brought me back to reality. What once was, could never be.

Several of Nature's People

I know and they know me

I glanced up, finally noticing the many townsfolk gathered in the courtyard, to witness the sinners burn. I saw my friends, who all glanced elsewhere. People I thought were my allies, whom all betrayed me. Traitors, every single one.

I feel for them a transport

Of Cordiality

However, I understand. I had stood on that side of the podium one too many times to not understand. I could not help but to understand. I was one of them, after all.

But never met this Fellow

Attended or alone

The flames rose, and that burning smell hit my nose once again. He was all seeing. Then why was He not here? No, Him not being here was understandable. After all, I had 'sinned'. But why was He not there for them? When they needed him the most? Why? And yet They still preach of His existence. What utter idiocy.

Without a tighter Breathing

And Zero at the Bone.

I felt my conscience slipping. My time had come. I accepted death with open arms, like an old friend I had not seen in years. Finally. The pain was gone. The burden which I had carried for years, gone. I opened my eyes. Before me, was a blinding light. I extended my hand towards it. As soon as I touched it, I was drowned in immense light. And that was when I heard it. A voice.

"Welcome home."

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