A short and storybook-like story written by me — this was inspired by some modern-day scenarios and situations like the idealization of beauty, conforming to social standards, and interracial relationships (or loving in spite of differences).
There once lived a Raven. Its suede body was glossed over beautifully with a shade of midnight black. It blended into the dark recesses of the darkest night, and you’d gaze at its piercing color as it flew in the light of day. When the people of the village saw a raven, they quietly hushed down as they peered from their window sills, and closed their windows in a soft, sad whisper. The Raven did not know why, and the Raven continued to grow to wonder why and why.
There once lived a Dove. Its feathers and wings were thoroughly washed with silky white, and it carried the youthful forever promises of love, because love itself was draped richly with ribbons and dainty pink primroses. The Dove blended softly into the lustrous locks and streaks of the airy clouds, and glinted with an entrancing twinkle at night. When the people of the village saw a dove, they quietly hushed down as they peered from their window sills, and opened their windows in a soft, excited whisper, nudging “here, here,” offering the little amount of bread that they had.