| A Diary from These Little Wings | |
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| ฉบับภาษาอังกฤษ | |
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เรื่องสั้น |
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ภาษาอังกฤษ |
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ภาษาไทย |
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ฉบับทางการ |
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13 กรกฎาคม 2012 |
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| New characters | |
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เรื่องสั้น A Diary from These Little Wings ฉบับภาษาอังกฤษ
| หน้าสำหรับเนื้อหาอย่างเป็นทางการ นี่คือหน้าสำหรับเนื้อหาของเรื่องสั้น A Diary from These Little Wings ฉบับภาษาอังกฤษ เนื้อหาภายในหน้านี้อ้างอิงจากไฟล์เอกสารที่ได้บันทึกไว้ทุกประการ จึงไม่สามารถทำการแก้ไขได้ |
A Diary from These Little Wings
| Have you ever thought about the preternatural precedents before? They add the eutrophic, engrossing, and enigmatic favors to this mundane world. The arresting story you are going to read in the next minute is about a strange incident that had happened to me and my friends -- an incident that I will never forget throughout my life. It took place when I and my alliances -- Kras, the ombudsman of the capital, his sister, Kaia and a boy named Marsh -- were travelling to “somewhere”. It was the days I perfectly understood the “true fear”.
By the way, I am not a human being, but just an evolved bird with the humanoid brain. Please listen to my story… 12th July, year 052It was our fourth day at South Lucia. The dreary sky hanging above us might be a sign of rain in the next few hours, or it might represent a harbinger of strange experience we were about to encounter. Today, Kras and Kaia went out of the hotel to run their errand. Marsh persuaded me to stroll along, so both of us decided to sneak into the suburbs to get some fresh air. It was a sweet, simple outskirt spot near the town where we had sojourned. A cliff surrounding it made it a peaceful place with a scent of lavender wafting through the air. Between the crags, located an old rustic village supplied with electricity from the windmills. Marsh and I headed toward an outlying vast lawn where we could freely enjoy a sense of tranquility. From this grass-covered field, we could see an old railway line above our heads which may lead us to the nearby town. It was such a nice bucolic area where I could freely fly back and forth, as if I had been in the reverie. Whiff of flowers, hay, and soil had completely removed all fatigue from our everyday duty. Suddenly, as we were passing through the lawn, something prompted us to stop at a little fence covered with morning glory vines. Behind it stood an old, bleak house which gave an exclamation of mystique at every turn -- It ruined the ambience of a bright countryside. To my eyes a tinge of melancholy and the vast and gloomy lawn, together with that derelict house, lay upon this pastoral area. Snapping out of that as the time passed so fast. Just before the gleaming light of the sinking sun was about to vanish, I noticed something strange from that dilapidated house. A shadow from that house window did appear in front of my sight as if it had been a visual illusion. This made me worried since there was a low possibility for anyone living there. Thus I narrated this to my companion, he asked me to explore that mysterious building. Inside, there were only ruins. However, as we entered within a short time, the noisy sounds of insects induced gooseflesh. Due to our fear, we made a decision to wend our way back. 13th July, year 052Kras was running his errand again but today he left his sister and the boy at the hotel. They spent that morning time with a face of ennui. Once I was trying to urge them to go out for a lunch, I noticed Marsh’s distrait face. His action was an action of a man under an incantation. Somehow, questions still lingered on his mind. I decided to tell Kaia about the mystery of that old house. Suddenly, curiosity shone in her glittering eyes. Led by the girl, we went to that house again and started to examine the first floor. All I could hear were Kaia’s screams as cockroaches crawling all over the building. Fortunately, they did not have consummate brains like humans’, so they did not fly at us rapidly. On the other hand, they might be afraid of us. With her femininity and goings-on, Kaia coerced us into cleaning that house beginning at the first floor. However doing intentionally and facing with a myriad of cockroach nidi and spider’s webs, we finished this work over one p.m. At that time, the sky color was so caliginous that Kaia suggested we come back the home swiftly and keep this peregrination in the dark. Even if I felt so exhausted today, contemporary situation mollified me that the deceptive shade I saw yesterday might not be sub rosa as I thought. 14th July, Year 052Today Kras was still going to do his duty again, but Kaia claimed that she will stay at the hotel, being Marsh's companion. Kras said nothing except "OK, Don't wander outside the hotel too far." Today I had a desire to fly freely over the suburb; however, Kaia urged me curiously to explore the second floor of the house. There were three messy rooms. After having cleaned up two rooms, we went to explore the last and innermost room. In that room existed a window which I had seen the shadow. The room was so gloomy that there were only a cosmetics table and a bed. The girl led us to look around the table at first. She muttered that there were expired cosmetics on the table. While she was searching the table, suddenly a dark shadow rushed onto her! Before I conceived that, the girl cried out with pain. There was something biting her. It was a mouse whose left eye seemed to be blinded. Moreover, its body was wholly wounded. The mouse growled and prepared itself for attacking again. Thus, I leaped to protect her. After that, my consciousness ran out until we went back to the hotel. 17th July, Year 052Three days after that event, we did not dare to go to that ramshackle place repeatedly because not only had I hurt, but also I got the indelible horrendous memory. Kaia told me that, fortunately, her brother could save us on time. In addition, actually, that mouse had been given a feast by an old lady until it was one year old. Nevertheless, because of its wisdom and action, nourisher who used to adore it suspected and finally neglected. Then it had another owner. It was tortured with many methods such as flagellation or coercion to do a profusion of work. When it could emancipate from this bondage, its owner disappeared enigmatically. I heard this story with disheartened feeling. In contrast to this animal, I was cared for very well by humanitarian people. My case might occur because of taking a risk. However, I prayed that, in the future, nothing can classify the living beings into many castes. Or at least, I wish I had lived rapturously with my three buxom buddies forever... |
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