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Dragging along his heavy IV pole, lil Marcus trekked along the cold hallways of the hospital while clinging onto his beloved bunny Bonnie. Being all alone, he was hoping he can sneak out to the balcony to get some warmth from the sun. There wasn't any doctors, nurses, or other children around too, which Marcus founds to be a little odd, for he was expecting a nurse to stop him and bring him back to his bed, like always. Then, the hallway began to grow dim, and standing across Marcus, an ominous figure emerged from the darkness. "H-hello?..." Marcus mumbled at the sight of the stranger. "A-are you a nurse?..." The figure didn't respond as he slowly approached the little kit. As he inched closer, Marcus can see the figure clearer: a dark-hooded tall figure with dark wings and a scythe. Such a sight of a peculiar stranger intrigued Marcus, and he slowly dragged his legs towards the figure. As they got near each other, the figure looked down at the little kit "W-who are you?" Marcus asked as he looked up, unable to see a face under the hood. The figure lowered his scythe and hold it close to Marcus. "Wow, that's a big knife." Marcus examined the scythe that's close in his face. "You must be a doctor. W-will you like to be my friend?" Again, the figure said nothing, just holding his scythe in place. "Are you shy?" Marcus tilted his head. "Don't worry, I won't bite." He then held up his bunny Bonnie up to the figure. "This is Bonnie, my bestest friend in the world. He can be your friend too." The figure stared at the doll, as it slowly lowered the scythe to the ground. "Hehe... You're a funny doctor." Marcus giggled. The figure raised his robe and held it over Marcus. "Huh? Where are you taking me?" Marcus questioned as he felt he was being pushed a bit. The figure started drifting towards the door of the hallway, it slowly opened up and a bright light was shone through it. Marcus had never felt such warmth for a long while. "You're letting me outside? Thank you so much kind doctor." He smiled as the figure looked at him. Marcus then began to slowly walk through the door as the figure continued holding his robe over the little kit...
An emotional pic done by the talented hands of
toddlergirl~~ Original goes right here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16299425/
This was commissioned during the times after my... suicidal tendencies, during my hospitalising period. Quite the theme of "death" this year too, with many well-known people passing on from this world, as well as loved ones and those closest to you. I was totally devastated, I managed to escape from Death's grip so many times, yet people of known status couldn't. I had been thumping my head against the wall crying "It's not fair." Then it came to me that Death is something that cannot be avoided. No matter how short or long your life, you will have give your soul up someday. For some, life still goes on, and for others, it takes a little longer to accept the departure of your loved ones. Either way, it's a fact you're still alive to have lived through their tales. So try to live out your own life as much as you can, just had them lived out theirs as well. I want to live out my own life. I'm not ready to go, not just yet, and neither are you, that's my message. And maybe if you give Death a chance, it might reveal itself as its true self, the Angel of Life. As the saying goes: For every beginning, there's an end. And for every end, there's a new beginning.
An emotional pic done by the talented hands of
toddlergirl~~ Original goes right here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16299425/This was commissioned during the times after my... suicidal tendencies, during my hospitalising period. Quite the theme of "death" this year too, with many well-known people passing on from this world, as well as loved ones and those closest to you. I was totally devastated, I managed to escape from Death's grip so many times, yet people of known status couldn't. I had been thumping my head against the wall crying "It's not fair." Then it came to me that Death is something that cannot be avoided. No matter how short or long your life, you will have give your soul up someday. For some, life still goes on, and for others, it takes a little longer to accept the departure of your loved ones. Either way, it's a fact you're still alive to have lived through their tales. So try to live out your own life as much as you can, just had them lived out theirs as well. I want to live out my own life. I'm not ready to go, not just yet, and neither are you, that's my message. And maybe if you give Death a chance, it might reveal itself as its true self, the Angel of Life. As the saying goes: For every beginning, there's an end. And for every end, there's a new beginning.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Baby fur
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 2893 x 4092px
File Size 7.12 MB
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Makes me think of these 2 songs for some reason
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=988i6D_jDPk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fKj0Sqh7TCM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=988i6D_jDPk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fKj0Sqh7TCM
I'm not sure if that story is plain sad or somewhat...Happy. I guess its both since Marcus has a new friend and is out of the hospital...But at the same time, we all know who this figure is...So maybe...He took Marcus to that freedom. Either way, maybe he considered taking Marcus to the afterlife but noticed he wasn't exactly ready to bite the dust yet which is why he took him to life since the light could be that ^^ either way, lovely story...In a way.
;hugs; This pic strikes a lot of emotion from me as well. A few months ago a good friend passed away from a battle with cancer, a couple of weeks ago my boss passed from the same battle, then just this past weekend my grandfather, and now my uncle is fighting the final battles as well. It seems that death has been making his rounds quite a bit as of late. One conversation I had at the funeral pallor with my family was that my 6 year old sister has been to 8 funerals in her short life. 8 funerals in 6 years [less time actually being she didn't go to any funerals till she was 3]
;hugs; I hope things get better for us all
;hugs; I hope things get better for us all
What I beautiful statement... Thank you for letting us hear this. This subject tends to hit me at home...(if that makes any sense to anyone but me..) not nessicarily with myself...but many of the people I held dear... And on the note of the story, very cryptic and well written. It was very interesting and seemed to pull me in...as if I wanted to know more...
Wow.. this nearly got me into tears. Images and words can do powerful things to our minds. I've wrote something similar about death and the meaning of life itself, but unfortunatly is in italian and i've not the skills to translate it fully and correctly. Wow.. really.. this pic and your little story struck me like a train, but.. in a kind of positive way. Maybe it's a simple way of thinking, but i'd like to share with you the words of Mr. Dawkins: "We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones", that's because we are living, me, you, the others around our lifes. We're just so lucky to be here, to be ourselves, to be also "ordinary" (but on FA no one can be called ordinary in my opinion eheh). So.. all we can do is live and live the better we can because one day we will return to that prior state of nothing from wich a lot of possible people never went out. We're all special, in our ways.
this pick reminds me of a song in the 60s/70s called Don't Fear The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMYSWiPm7E0
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