(haha, did you heard that Max, Nurulhuda finds me funny xD I knew i should have listened to you) Ah so that kind of story. Ok! write a story of a how the small guy defeats the big guy
(I love this question! this a perfect narrative prompt to one of my story ideas.)
he peeped out, looked out at his human again. he was so sensitive, even the slightest pin prick to the heart affected him so deeply. he was afflicted. he sighed and leaned against the cool wooden walls of his home.
"he needs me," he decided. he knew who to call on for help. the heart of the house, the Guardian herself.
"Stop," a stern voice warned.
"wait, what...why?" he enquired, timidly. he only had good intentions.
this was the Caretaker of the House. The strict, no-nonsense Guard who protected the souls in this house. He was the Warner, the Protector, and he made sure that uninvited guests never came into their sacred sanctuary.
"what kind of help are you seeking?"
he meekly replied, "I only want to help my human. he is sad. he needs to play my home! his heart is broken and I only want him to strum away the pain and hurt he kept in his heart. he needs me –"
"He does not need you."
"well, I want him to play!" he boldly yelled. this was the first time he had ever found the courage to raise his tone at the Caretaker.
after a moment of silence, he got his reply,
"Your request is granted. Defeat his sadness. You have won. Congratulations."
the small little keeper of his human's favourite instrument sighed with relief. in a heartbeat, he felt his human voluntarily pick up the guitar he hadn't played in months. he looked at his phone, and scrolled back up to her song. she had written a song about her self-disappointment and courage when she failed, back when she was sixteen.
"Butterfly tears," he recalled. if only he knew what key she had sung it in.
I'll freestyle it. one day, we'll sing this together, and then, maybe, I'll be strong enough to tell her that I love her.
he peeped out, looked out at his human again. he was so sensitive, even the slightest pin prick to the heart affected him so deeply. he was afflicted. he sighed and leaned against the cool wooden walls of his home.
"he needs me," he decided. he knew who to call on for help. the heart of the house, the Guardian herself.
"Stop," a stern voice warned.
"wait, what...why?" he enquired, timidly. he only had good intentions.
this was the Caretaker of the House. The strict, no-nonsense Guard who protected the souls in this house. He was the Warner, the Protector, and he made sure that uninvited guests never came into their sacred sanctuary.
"what kind of help are you seeking?"
he meekly replied, "I only want to help my human. he is sad. he needs to play my home! his heart is broken and I only want him to strum away the pain and hurt he kept in his heart. he needs me –"
"He does not need you."
"well, I want him to play!" he boldly yelled. this was the first time he had ever found the courage to raise his tone at the Caretaker.
after a moment of silence, he got his reply,
"Your request is granted. Defeat his sadness. You have won. Congratulations."
the small little keeper of his human's favourite instrument sighed with relief. in a heartbeat, he felt his human voluntarily pick up the guitar he hadn't played in months. he looked at his phone, and scrolled back up to her song. she had written a song about her self-disappointment and courage when she failed, back when she was sixteen.
"Butterfly tears," he recalled. if only he knew what key she had sung it in.
I'll freestyle it. one day, we'll sing this together, and then, maybe, I'll be strong enough to tell her that I love her.
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