Been a while since I drew something.
So basically, we were doing this excercise in English class, where you could listen to a song, any song you wanted, and write a short story that you think fits it.
So I picked a random song on my MP3 player which was this song ---> [link]
And this is what I wrote in English Class, word for word, took me a while to write on a computer, but here it is.
“Where are you going?”
It swooped, and twirled away, piping a cheery tune throughout the tunnel. It chirped the same tune, taunting me, as if to say, “Follow me! Follow me!”
I ran after it, my feet pounding against the cold stone of the tunnel. It was freezing, I didn’t know why I was barefoot, but the cold was slowly starting to creep up my ankles, completely numbing my feet. It kept harping, but it was getting distant, my jog turned into a full out sprint. I was panicked, I couldn’t lose it, and I didn’t know why I cared so much, why the pathetic sound of the bird drove me to chase after it. All I knew was I couldn’t stop, despite how much my body was begging me for rest.
It wasn’t long before the chirping sounded a million miles away, it was gone, and it felt like it wasn’t ever coming back. I stopped, and slumped against the wall, giving a defeated sigh. I sat there, catching my breath as a new panic set in; I was lost, we had taken so many turns it this weird labyrinth that I was lost. There was no light, I couldn’t see a thing, and darkness felt like it was consuming me, smothering my senses and sanity to death. The walls felt stiff, and squeezed, like they were about to crush me at any moment. I clutched my head, and screamed for somebody, anybody to help me.
When I heard it again.
“Follow me! Follow me!”
The chirping, only it sounded just a few feet away this time, and I scrambled to my feet, immediately in a full out run, it wasn’t getting away this time, not today. I listened to the slapping of my feet hit the ground, and the chirping ahead, it too, sounding breathless. My lungs felt like they were about to burst, so I tried concentrating my thoughts on another subject.
Who put me hear? I don’t ever remembering entering a tunnel, or meeting the strange noise. I mean, it was obviously some kind of bird, but you see birds all the time right? So what drove me to chase THIS one?
The chirping changed, louder and more desperate for attention, I snapped out of my thoughts and ran after it.
“Did you…find an exit?” I gasped, my voice just barely above a whisper. I was so tired, where WERE we going?
“Almost there! Almost there!” It seemed to chirp back, and then, as if on cue, I could see a light at the end, a sky, I could tell, and a small hint of grass at the opening. Freedom! I thought, and I ran harder, as if I was afraid it was an illusion that could slip out of my fingers in an instant.
I ran out the entrance, throwing my whole body outside like my life depended on it. I kept my eyes squeezed shut. I could see everything brighten in the blackness of my vision, and I opened my eyes and gasped.
I was standing on a cliff that was coming out of a mountain, far from the waters below. The wind blew past me, blowing my hair over to the right and clearing my vision from my bangs. I squinted at the sun in the cloudless sky, it was hot out, but not humid, and the wind cooled me right down. The grass underneath my feet stung my cut up feet from running in the tunnel, but somehow it relieved me.
I smiled, for the first time, feeling free, feeling free from running. Free from everything, as if all my problems I had left in that dark tunnel.
“Here here! Here! Here!” I heard the chirping of the bird, I spun around, and saw a large barn swallow fly out the tunnel. It flew freely, upward through the skies like it was going for the sun, holding something, a small band with a green ribbon flowing in the wind. It flapped it’s wings against the wind, it’s feathers ruffling with the intense gust. It was large for its size, with a wing span about the size of a baseball bat.
“Made it! Made it!” It seemed to say, changing its song to attempt communication. I laughed, and the bird swooped onto my arm, perching expectantly. I could feel the weight of it now, or was it the band of ribbon it was holding? I didn’t know, but it made my arm start to feel tired.
I walked over to the edge of the cliff, and looked down. Water crashed against the cliff, spraying upward and then rolling back into the ocean below. Everything about this small cliff, the sound, the feeling it was calming, yet energizing at the same time.
I looked at the bird on my arm, who cocked it’s head and piped half-heartedly, “ You knew…didn’t you? That all I wanted was to get out of the tunnel.”
“Waited long time! Long time! Running, running! Yet no exit! Now found one! Found one!” It peeped cheerfully, spreading out its wings in triumph. I laughed, and stroked its head; it was still young, still had some down on it, giving it a scruffy appearance.
The bird suddenly fell through my arm as I started to become transparent. I looked through my hand and through my arm. It flutter in front of me, “Leaving leaving?” It asked in a worried twitter.
I laughed sadly, “Yeah, I guess.”
“Too soon! Too soon!” It said, flying closer.
I smiled at it, and look out into the distance, “I know, it’s a shame really, I really like it here. But I don’t belong here; I belong in reality, not in a day dream.”
“I get lonely! So very lonely! Dark in tunnel, very dark dark!” It sung out, the tone of its song sound small and weak, like a vulnerable child wailing for its mother to tuck it in at night.
“I know, but why not fly away?” My voice was fading, so was I, I didn’t have long, I needed to make this quick.
“Need to wait! Wait for you you! So I won’t be lonely!” It said, it attempted to land on my outline of an arm, but faltered and nearly tumbled to the ground.
“Tell you what,” I said, I pointed to the ocean, “Fly. Fly until you find a home, and I promise, I will be there one day…I promise.”
It looked unsurely, but I didn’t have time, and it knew that. It turned and flew towards the horizon, with no destination set in place. Just going forward, and not bothering about the path ahead. Its ribbon trailed behind it, waving wildly in the wind. It gave one final song, before I couldn’t hear it anymore.
“Fly fast, little buddy,” I whisper, before fading out entirely, and leaving the cliff with nothing but the patted down grass from where I was standing.
There you go. Blah blah, so sappy.
What can I say? I love swallows, they are my favourite living thing in the world. I find them absoloutely inspiring for art.
Been a long time since I drew a bird...they're pretty easy to draw... except for their tails and legs... in my opinion anyway.
Which is why I drew a picture of the swallow in my English short story. AND I COLOURED IT. xD
How long has it been since I've coloured something? Geez... must be coming up for 2 years now.