|Genre||Fiction / Children
|Submitted:||Wednesday, 26 March 2008
|Read by:||716 different readers
The withered weather peaked through the glass and stayed there for as long as an hour. Sunshine looked out longingly. She loved this kind of gloomy weather where sun light broke through rarely and when roads were wet with rain. The light drizzles soon pounded into thunder and a storm was brewing. Her tender eyes peered through the rain and saw that the streets were rid of the childrenís playing and laughter. She settled back into bed with a wicked smile upon her face. No more children playing, no more girls giggling, no more boys fighting and no more laughter. This was all she had for contentment. Nothing to speak of and nothing worth hearing, all except the heavy patter of every raindrop.
She lay back happily and soaked in the feather covers of her rich quilt. She loved the rain for one reason. In the quiet and darkness of rainy days, no child would play upon the street and she would be able to see no one running about. This was exactly what she loved about withered weather. Sunshine as a child was born to the world without the sense of touch. She could not feel anything physically but her emotions were wild. She had always loved to play just like any other child, but when she was older, she had hurt herself multiple times and her parents felt it not right to let her run about on her own. She was kept indoor at all times and the gloom of the house was ingrained into her. She became a feeless girl. Unable to feel anything literally, the only sense of touch she had was her fiery emotions. Things that were much more dangerous than fire or fencing.
Everyone outside did not know that this girl had turned into a stone. They never heard much about her. No one except her parents and the maid servants knew much about her. She was once such an adorable girl. In school, she was loved by all her teachers and friends. She had such a normal and happy childhood until the day her parents decided to lock her in. As Sunshine was just a child, she naturally wanted to go out and play and meet her friends. But the maid servants kept her in and this resulted in tantrums everyday. Soon, she became so attached to the house that she barely stepped out. She would stay in bed all day gazing dreamily out of her bedroom window. That was her world. Behind a glass window was all she could feel and beyond was only a landscape of sight. She couldnít touch anything. But now she couldnít experience anything. Being kept to herself all day long, she grew quieter and was soon a very reserved girl. Everything that she heard was kept to herself. She bottled up everything, only letting it out in loud, violent blasts of anger occasionally. There wasnít much she knew about anyway. The real world was kept far from her reach. Although it was just beyond the doors of the house, she couldnít ever reach out and touch it. There were the ordinary newspapers and television, but none of that made any sense to this soon becoming queer child. She didnít know how to read much and she was bored to death from news. She didnít crave to know about that kind of adultís world. She wanted to be like other children but unable to, it all became her vague imagination. As though it was just a long forgotten dream, she started detesting the outside world. She was jealous of the other children that had more than she did. So every time it rained on the streets, she would delight.
List of chapters
Click here for more comments