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fractal007
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since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958


0 posted 2002-05-05 10:05 AM


This is based on a dream I just had.  I have no idea why I had it, but it does seem to conform the the dissilusionment type plotline that's sometimes in my other stories:  The original good idea turning out to be sour when carried out.

"It's tonight at eight o'clock," I explained to my friends, who stared at me with wide eyes of disbelief, "We're going to re-create the adventure of Star Wars."

I had it all planned out.  We would be using actual working replicas of the blasters and light sabres and every other piece of equipment from that famous "universe."

I stood there on the vast dais, giving orders and impersonating Darth Vader.  I was an alliance soldier trying to infiltrate.  I was afraid.  This was real.

"Take him away," I ordered a trooper who had found a dead alliance soldier, "You know where to put him."

I awoke the next morning, looking forward out of my bed.  There was that wooden rack with all the parts of people that used to be my friends.  I clasped the hand that was dangling from the dismembered arm closest to me.  It reminded me of some story from long ago, about old parting friends.  My mind urged my tear ducts to cry, but they were too stubborn.  The hand still felt like that of a person.  It was as though I were reaching out toward the memories of something long past and still clasping life.  It was like reading one's own diary.

It happened every morning for a few days.  I was glad my parents hadn't returned home yet.  There would be hell when that happened.  Every morning I clasped the hand, as though it were some sort of ritual.  

I left for a friend's house one day.  On television were pictures of gruesome fires consuming everything from buildings to houses to...to small racks.

"The police have come to investigate the attrocities at our house, Kevin."  It was my mother.  She sounded concerned.  "We'll get to the bottom of this, don't you worry..."

But I did worry.  I was guilty of the crime I vowed never to commit.


"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

[This message has been edited by fractal007 (05-05-2002 10:06 AM).]

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Kethry
Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082
Victoria Australia
1 posted 2002-05-05 05:54 PM


Kevin,
I would like to see more of this.
Kethry

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind.  Unknown



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