Laugh MakerEverything hurts. The bruise that she has on her knee from when she fell from the monkey bars, the scab on her chin that she got when she fell off her bike, everything hurts. The heart, it hurt that most, but what made it worse was that her mom wasn't there to kiss it better anymore.She laid flat on her bed, face pressed into the damp pillow. She laid there by herself, crying, for so long before the sound of a knock caught her attention. Her head snapped up at the sound, but she laid her chin on top of the pillow. She couldn't meet anybody was her face looking like that."What do you want? Who is it?" She mumbled.There was something of a forced chuckle from the other side of the door. "I know it's not that great of a name, but some has called me 'Laugh Maker.' I've brought you a smile. It's cold, so please let me in."Something snapped. The tears came out harder. "Laugh Maker!?" She snapped. She literally jumped up from her bed and stomped towards the door. "This isn't a joke! I don'
The Eleventh SongbirdShe was an unusual warden, that much they knew. They each have committed heinous crimes and if caught, their lives would have ended. Then, almost as if by fate, they've been caught, but the future they thought awaited them never came. Instead, she took them in. Cradled them in her arms, shielding them from the hungry gazes of the cats around them, and ushered them into a cage.She kept them locked up; slowly adding more and more birds to her collection. Each kept in their own little cell, the row of cells spreading deep into the darkness of the hall. It was never really quiet in the nest, but it was never really loud either. There were only ten little naughty birds, the big cat that watches them, and her.She never really mistreated them. She would punish them if they misbehaved, but that was rarely. She acted like they were her guests, her prisoned guests. They couldn't understand why she made the food for them. They could see how much effort she put into it, but they couldn't underst