Short story Essay: Yusril Takeuchi
Category: Fantasy Short story (Fiction), Short story sad
Escorted moderation on: May 29, 2018
The twilight sky increasingly changed its color to golden, punctuated by the grass dancing following the wind direction. Some animals rushed their food into the cage. As for me, I am still silent on a black rock, watching the beautiful nature of an old mountain in the north of the civilian population.
My heart is stunned, every time here, the atmosphere of peace and tranquil also enveloped no end. Each load that I bear, slowly melts into the water particles to disappear burned by the sun.
As I slowly shut both eyeballs, I remembered the never-ending greeting of a grandmother.
"Elegance can be an attraction, while strength will only make you afraid of others. That's why a woman is much more comfortable to look at than a mighty man with his weapon. "
When a firearm is presented, some parties begin to transform into a monkey at a circus show. Fear, anxiety, and panic if you make a mistake. Want to fight, but whatever physical power is not up.
Once I think, I want to feel this atmosphere again. Where every morning I can see the smiles of old mothers sunning in front of the house. Greeted me in a soft whisper, volunteering various hands for me and my sister.
But this time, everything I imagined was a mirage. Every day my brother and I, should play a thief in the night. Trying to become invisible from the enemy army. If I do foolish acts, the treacherous acts I get from them.
The battle that took place between the eastern bloc countries helped ravage my place. Even a stopover there is my small and the most comfortable house, has been destroyed flat with the ground due to a remarkable bomb explosion.
I live alone, have no relatives or friends, all have vanished from the firing of fire bullets that also showered them.
Both my parents, he had died of rescuing me from the enemy soldiers by hiding my brother and me into the dungeon. Instead of their efforts to defend the entrance, various bullets pierced their bodies. Until a clean cloth is tainted by the red blood.
My heart sliced up to see that they were treated inhuman, trampled, and humiliated as animals with no dignity. Even though my mother is dying, they can still crawl into her body for the sake of lusting her fucking lusts, really cruel!
There was no place for us both, all the properties of the city where we lived had been destroyed. Even just to eat we have to play like an animal by messing up rubble debris, hoping to get a bread alone is grateful.
When the night struck, our bodies had to fight against the chill that pierced up the pores. Our place of refuge in the dark is just a small cave on the mountain where we used to play first.
Uncomfortable indeed, my body feels itchy every time small insects attack. As a lighting facility I had to take advantage of the fireflies I put inside the mosquito net.
For some time, I had to steal a yard from the courtyard of the officials' houses for the sake of living for both of us. Sometimes my sister complained, she wanted to taste good food, but every time she said it, it made my chest tighten. I wanted to put myself down, walking toward the army in the hope that they would shoot me. However, I do not want to feel death! Every time I think of it helped to make my mind go awry.
The development of my sister's health worsened, her body began to shrink, while on her back