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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
She was one of many of the forbidden kind. She sat on a street corner, encased wall to wall curb to curb, in old forgotten buildings. She did not submit. Thoughts were her only way of life. This did not agree with the world’s ideal woman. A car drove past, splashing her in the face as it ran through a puddle. The woman barely winced or showed emotion. She was so used to this. Nobody paid her much attention anymore. They just threw an occasional scour or spat at her. You could hear cars driving in the distance, aircraft embracing distant skies. The rest of the world turned and revolved. The woman stood still and yet moved faster than everyone. The sun rose, and the sun set, another day. In the night there came a wandering man. He glanced at the sleeping form on the curb in that street so long forgotten. He could have sworn she was dead. She was so beautiful. He thanked God that she was breathing. He carried her back to his car and drove off into the night. That woman would never sit or lay or ponder on that corner again. Instead she would be loved by a thinking man in a beautiful house of marriage. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" -- Magus |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
It is wonderful when that certain someone comes in the nick of time, isn't it? You describe it well. Thanks for sharing.  "Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel."-Machiavelli |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
I am definetly interested in your views now... Your vision seems to contain an ignorant society that scorns intellectuals and thought. I just find these little scraps of information very tantalizing. Another well wrought tale. You do quite well with these shorts, I'd like to see you try your hand at another longer tale. Your writing is very well done and show thought, I like it a lot! Looking forward to more. "And every state of mind, left to itself, every shutting up of the creature within the dungeon of its own mind - is, in the end, Hell" - C.S. Lewis |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Lovebug: Thankyou for the compliments. I originally didn't want the story to end so well, but decided instead to distort the society a little with something positive for once, lol. Dusk Trader: This story is common with the satirical world I've created to condemn conservative views, such as patriarchy. The society isn't condemning intellectuals, but rather intellectual women. The man who "comes to her rescue" at the end represents an archetype of non conformity and defiance against society. Because of my own experiences in life[namely my being somewhat of an outcast], that particular archetype has come to represent some of the most noble and honourable characteristics one can have. This world has been used in my other story "A possible future for earth," in which fundamental christianity is forced upon the people as ingsoc was in Orwell's 1984. I will try to come up with some others soon. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" -- Magus |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
thanks |
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