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"Who am I?" The boy pondered aloud to himself, slumped against the filthy gray church walls. This was the fourth time in a row that young Anson Winters had refused to wear his formal church attire, so he had been sent outside to wait in the cold while his parents attended today's service. His uniform was not nearly warm enough for such an occasion, and so the young boy had thrown his hood on instead, in fear of suffering in the chill.
Being left unsupervised outside a church, in frigid December weather, without a source of entertainment, tends to provoke your cerebrum to drift away.

"If there is such a God," Anson continued to lament, clutching his tattered navy hoodie closer, "Why has he left me out here alone, in the middle of this frozen winter morning?"
Anson looked to the pale blue sky, reminiscent of a robin's egg. He wondered if maybe the vast blueness held the answers he longed for.
No! The sky was not sentient. What a silly thought. A childish thought, as his mother would say. His mother warned him of childish thoughts, claiming they were a nuisance and evidence of a lack of worth. She always smacked him with the back of her palm if she caught wind of a childish thought escaping his lips.
Anson shivered once more, tucking his cold, wet nose beneath his hood. He cringed, praying his mother couldn't read his thoughts at that very moment. His cheek already stung from the vicious bite of the frozen air.
Argh, no! Another silly concept. Telepathy was a myth. The boy threw his head in his hands in shame. Foolish, foolish child.
Anson immediately regretted exposing his hands. The air bit them, too, and he frantically tucked them back into his hood pockets.
He gazed up into the cloudless void a second time, tears welling up in his eyes - but not from the cold.

"Father, are you out there?

Can you hear me?"

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Lil short story from my character Cobra's childhood.
Anson was the name he was given at birth lol
He changed it because he got snakey

Cobra(Anson) belongs to me
Do not repost, steal, or claim my art/characters as your own, gracias

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Description
"Who am I?" The boy pondered aloud to himself, slumped against the filthy gray church walls. This was the fourth time in a row that young Anson Winters had refused to wear his formal church attire, so he had been sent outside to wait in the cold while his parents attended today's service. His uniform was not nearly warm enough for such an occasion, and so the young boy had thrown his hood on instead, in fear of suffering in the chill.
Being left unsupervised outside a church, in frigid December weather, without a source of entertainment, tends to provoke your cerebrum to drift away.

"If there is such a God," Anson continued to lament, clutching his tattered navy hoodie closer, "Why has he left me out here alone, in the middle of this frozen winter morning?"
Anson looked to the pale blue sky, reminiscent of a robin's egg. He wondered if maybe the vast blueness held the answers he longed for.
No! The sky was not sentient. What a silly thought. A childish thought, as his mother would say. His mother warned him of childish thoughts, claiming they were a nuisance and evidence of a lack of worth. She always smacked him with the back of her palm if she caught wind of a childish thought escaping his lips.
Anson shivered once more, tucking his cold, wet nose beneath his hood. He cringed, praying his mother couldn't read his thoughts at that very moment. His cheek already stung from the vicious bite of the frozen air.
Argh, no! Another silly concept. Telepathy was a myth. The boy threw his head in his hands in shame. Foolish, foolish child.
Anson immediately regretted exposing his hands. The air bit them, too, and he frantically tucked them back into his hood pockets.
He gazed up into the cloudless void a second time, tears welling up in his eyes - but not from the cold.

"Father, are you out there?

Can you hear me?"

_______________________________________________

Lil short story from my character Cobra's childhood.
Anson was the name he was given at birth lol
He changed it because he got snakey

Cobra(Anson) belongs to me
Do not repost, steal, or claim my art/characters as your own, gracias

MORE COBRA: