It is a story of two very typical humans, who did something very out of the pattern of behavior, it is a tale of long ago. Like most of their kind they wore skins of other animals, I guess because their own skin could not keep them warm and hidden well enough.
They were not happy; not even when they quenched their thirst and satiated their hunger or when they had a mate they desired. They were thoroughly ploughed by misery to yield a harvest of meaningless reality.
And so they stalked the sun and found where it resided. They ambushed it as it was at an artificial state of innocence all are at when freshly awaken.
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t screamed, but because the two humans did not want to hear it and no one else was around no one heard it as well. It fought, but was too scared to be efficient.
They held the Sun down and cut its magnificent, golden flesh and it bled light.
They brought the cursed by the deed lumps back to the place they thought they could call home and threw the ugly truth into the fire, hoping for what they knew not. But the plan’s grin was a devil itself because once the light was in the fire it burst. Like a bomb it split them open and nobodies’ skin could be enough to warm them now and hide them from they saw.
They weren’t criminals; they just didn’t know how to control their inner demons.
i've decided to add corrections to the original, in red.