It is about a fly who gets whacked...pretty morbid, but it was my first short story and I wanted to make an impression! I will try and upload it, but you know technology can be...*sigh*!
Well the upoading was unsuccessful, so underneath this will be my lovely SHORT story! Enjoy!
A Fly’s Flight
A Short Story by: Meghna Sharma 7E
It all happened so suddenly. I was so angry that I never saw it. Now look at me, I am falling...dropping so slowly towards the ground, I see my life pop into my mind. It’s all so clear to me know, the reason mother never wanted me to leave home. As memories fill my mind I remember how it all began...
Every day since I was little, I would want to go out, to fly around with my brothers and sisters’, being a fly, wanting to fly was just natural. I used to have heaps of brothers and sisters; but some of them never came home at night, mother said that they had moved on. Slowly the numbers decreased. I was always so angry I wanted to get out, to see the world for what it was like my fiblings, but I was never allowed.
One fine day, probably the best and the worst day of my life, mother came up to me and said that I could go out to collect food with my remaining brother Fred, I still remember her exact words “Flick, I have something to tell you, you may go out to get some food with Fred.” Excited about my first journey, I set off high spirited and gleeful, only to have my spirits, excitement and life crushed.
It all happened as we were nearing our destination Fred turned around to tell me that we needed to be careful around here, as “peeepaul” as he called them were not very nice, I was making a comment about these so called peeepaul and how funny they were, they were yelling out to each other screaming things like “TAAAG, YOUR IT!” and other odd phrases. Then it happened, my whole life was twisted...even now on the brink of death it still happens in slow motion, Fred turned around to tell me to shut-up and a peeepaul swatted Fred with a huge swattermajiggle thing! He screamed for me to get out of here and to tell mother the whole story. I was so scared that I did what I was told; now I wish I had stayed to help him. I flew to mother as fast as I could, and through sobs and tears I told her the story, the WHOLE story. By the end of the story, mother was crying, she then told me the truth, that people hate us flies, and that my brothers and sisters and father died just like Fred did.
Since Fred’s death I was the man of the family, so it was my duty to collect food. I was older and much more mature from the ‘Fred incident’ as we like to call it. But mother was still overly protective, the last time I saw her we were fighting, I yelled that I was old enough to look after myself and that she should just leave me alone, now I regret that. As I flew away, the sight of my mother, sad, was the last thing on my mind. I flew straight to the peeepaul’s home and there it was, right on the table, food, the whole reason of our fight. Forgetting all the rules of caution Fred had taught me I flew straight down to the food, and WACK, I was hit...
As I remember these moments of my life, I feel the solid ground hit me. The pain soaring through my body is making my soul scream. I realise lying here, that I had been such a fool. My mother was not overly protective; she just didn’t want to lose me just as she had lost everyone else. The pain is slowly subsiding.
I am finally free to explore the world.
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