the curse of freedom

A curse A cabin A forgotten race

prologue: 

It was a sunny day in Chestnut village, much like every other, as soon as the roosters crowed farmer Jones got up to milk cows as newspaper boys filled the streets handing out news as juicy as a ripe orange. This small town had not seen much besides from the occupational drug scandal and the excitement and culture of the village were as dry as the old creek. But people still ran out of their pretty little wooden houses saying “hello!” joyously to everyone they pass, if you looking for the first time you would think these people were going somewhere important but alas they were on their way to their ordinary nine to five jobs. There was nothing that made this town different from the rest, apart from one or two rowdy teenagers or the odd festival or the bones of ancient creatures that kept being dug up, perhaps in time once passed ancient giants roamed this village, maybe it was a meeting a point or a place for a celebration or maybe it had just one thing to make it special. But like the rusty bones, these thoughts were nothing more than a nail in the wet grass. 

But one day this begged to change and like the introduction of autumn, it came as sudden as a violent tornado. 

A lone cabin stood firm and proud at the edge of the village, it’s unusual planks begged to stray from the ordinary oak one’s that made up most houses in the village. It stood at the edge of the village where no one ever went, it had gone unnoticed for years. Despite its seemingly exciting possibilities, many ignored it and it stood there like a diamond in the dirt 

Alas ignoring it was a mistake because what was in it changed chestnut forever.  

Chapter 1: a bird’s breakfast 

As usual, it had gotten dark and we went out to play, bluebirds first, followed by owls of every colour. The humans were asleep but we were just waking up. We flew over the picnic ground eating as we flew, we passed the school swooping over leftover lunch boxes and eating them. We passed many houses and saw the shadows of humans as they slept, like little fairies. We had almost flown past every part of town except one: the old cabin, some said it was haunted and others thought it was infested with old bugs, still us young crows and owls would have to go there. We flew there as if the gods themselves were waiting there for us. 

Chapter 2: the strange glow

 The Sun bled red as we approached the door of the structure, it was big and green and the long yellow vines on it suggested it had not been touched in ages, it was as if it was frozen in time, frozen in the village waiting for us to find, frozen in love waiting for warmth. It was time to open it. It creaked for what seemed like ages and as we opened we saw what was inside. 

Chapter 3: a simple birdlife 

A simple birds life is all we had desired just the feeling of the cold breeze on our cozy nests was enough to get us up each night and morning, motivation and excitement  was extra like a fancy couch it wasn’t needed or desired, life was simple and I don’t know if we wanted it to change.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Devansh Shekhar Shukla]

Your story has been great so far.
A simple birdlife is what I think of when I ponder over the question which kind of life could be the best. Infact I'm quite jealous when I look at birds flying through above my head. I myself have written a poem on a topic like that. Although haven't posted it on here.
Keep writing..