Something I WROTE

Yeah, I wrote it. It was fun. Anyways, I'm going to share it with you. It has a title. It's kind of just a word that has nothing at all to do with the actual story, but it was my branching off word from this workshop and it's complicated, but that is my title, so deal with it. Okay, onto the story.

Cemetery

The boy sits, waiting for the man. It is already dark, and the boy is a bit nervous. The boy needs the man to come quickly, for protection from the others. It isn't the others that scare the boy as much as they remind him of things, people, the boy would rather not remember. The boy rests against the tombstone, calling for him in his mind.
The boy hears a sudden noise and is unsure where it is coming from. The boy thought he was alone here, but as he turns his head, he finds that he is not. There is another boy there, younger than him, looking afraid. Merely a child, about one or two years old, all alone. The boy runs toward the child, abandoning the tombstone. He is unsure why he is running towards the child, only that he must get there as quickly as possible. The child screams and begins to cry as he sees the older boy running towards him. The boy finally reaches the child and tries to hush him. The child refuses to stop crying. The boy picks up the child and dashes back to the tombstone, still unaware of what exactly was going on and why he was doing this. And as they reach the tombstone the man arrives.
His body is translucent, almost see through. His hair, pale, though seemed as if it should be much darker. His clothing is faded, almost white, but a bit of color still left. His eyes are dark, though; the pupil and iris indistinguishable from each other.
The man looks towards the boy and he frowns when he sees the child, who had stopped crying at the arrival of this strange man. He spoke.
"Put the baby down," he says calmly, but forcefully.
"I cannot," the boy responds after a moment.
"It cannot come with us, so you must put it down," the man argues. The boy looks at him with sad eyes. "Go on," the man says. The boy tries to set the child down, but he wails.
"Ah, I see. We shall have to dispose of it by other means," the man says.
The boy trembles in fear. "You cannot!" the boy shouts, almost in tears.
"What else can we do with it? Where did it even come from?" the man yells.
"I do not know. He was in the cemetery when I found him," the boy says.
"No sane mother would leave their child in the cemetery alone at night. It is better off dead," the man argues.
"No, he is not going to be any harm to us. We can take him with us," the boy pleads.
"What about the crying?"
"He is not crying now. He only cries when I put him down or you are not here," the boy argues.
"Fine. We will take it. But what do you plan to do with it afterwards?" he asks.
"I do not know. I suppose I will figure that out later," the boy says boldly.
"Very well then. But he is your responsibility," he tells the boy.
"I know."
"We should get going, then. We have wasted enough time here," the man walks toward the dark forest.
They duck under tree branches and step over roots until they come across a black hole in one of the trees. It is a very large hole, and the man ducks into it, the hole swallowing him until he is no longer visible. The boy fallows with the child in his arms and they are all gone from the cemetery without a trace. They travel through the hole for several minutes. While they are traveling fast, they have a very far distance to travel.
When they arrive, the man steps out first onto the salmon colored sand. The boy comes out after him. The young child is memorized by the setting of the two suns against the almost purple color of the water. This is a sight that he has never seen and he is curious. He begins to squirm in the boy's arms. The boy holds him tighter and begins to cry.
"Great," the man says.
"I will quiet him," the boy tries to reassure him. The child squirms even more as he cries. The boy puts down the child in the soft sand. The child smiles and the tears stop.


So, how was it? Good, bad? Is it too awkward without contractions? Are "the man", "the boy" and "the child" too repeated?

Also, I am listening to this and this song right now and they are amazing. I don't care if you don't like classical music. Listen to it. And technically, it's not even in the classical era. It's romantic and modern. So ha.