Creative Writing: The Legend of the Harp

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I remember the day with clarity. Yet, I remember it with an ancient feel of age and a deep ache. I don't quite remember what she looked like in those last moments, but I do remember how her blood stained the earth a beautiful crimson.

We were playing in a field, she was ranting on about how beautiful the day was, while I merely tried to walk nonchalantly back to the house so I could hopefully get out of the blistering heat. She would spastically tug on my arm, trying to get me to move faster towards the long grass, while I simply walked in the opposite direction, pulling her with me. She would did her heels into the soft earth, gouging it and leaving trenches behind, exposing the deep rich soil of the underground.

We would always hang out in the tall grass together, but today, on this muggy, July day, I was just not in the romantic mood. Still, I let myself be led sideways, towards the tall grass. The grass swooshed around our legs, coating our clothes with pointy burrs and causing our legs to tickle. The sun bounced off of the blades causing them to reflect a bright white color, while the wind caused them to shiver.

We reached our destination; a small circle-like clearing in the middle of the grass. She immediately plopped down on the dusty, russet ground, dragging my arm- and me down with her.

I un-gracefully fell down next to her, causing the dust from the ground to poof up around us in a brown haze. It seemed to sparkle as it fell in a swirling mass.

She fell onto the ground as well, giggling as her tawny brown hair fanned out around her head like an angelic halo. While she stared at the clear blue sky, I too stared, but not at the sky, but instead into her honey eyes. They glimmered with love and warmth. I smiled.

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...g waterfalls, the place was magnificent.

Paradise.

We walked further into the oasis, my palms, damp and clammy with sweat twitched nervously inside of my pant pockets. Glancing around nervously, my heart swelled with joy when I saw the object of my desires sitting on a rock in the middle of a reflecting pool. Its elegant golden curves and pure white strings reflected in the light, causing it to glimmer.

I went to take a step forward when a horrible rotting stench filled the air. Abruptly, I turned away from the harp and looked behind me. I felt a pain in my chest and looked down to see that I was bleeding.

Then everything warped, just as it did that day so many years ago.

I looked up at Sho to see his teary twisted smile looking down at me. Then, I heard the distant clicking of bullets hit the ground.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The blue water turned red.

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