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The Way of Life–Part 3

This is a continuation of a story started earlier. Lydia has always lived in the Establishment, where each action, word, and moment are exactly identical. Now she has an idea about leaving or changing the Establishment. She thinks it’s worth the risk of her life. Eager to discuss it with somebody, she breaks the rules and speaks with her Visiting Partner, Charlie. He is reluctant to admit that they need change but is willing to hear her plan. The next day, Lydia has already come up with the plan, readying herself for escape. Read part one of the story here: The Way of Life

Read part two of the story here: The Way of Life Part 2

The Visiting Period that next Earth Rotation was announced by the shrill ringing of the alarm. Lydia walked hurriedly to the Person Cage across from her, where she knew Charlie was waiting. She waved her hand over the door and Charlie let her in, even if he probably didn’t want to, because that was the law. “Greetings, Visiting Partner Lydia,” Charlie said.

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The Way of Life–Part 2

This is a continuation of a story started earlier. Lydia has always lived in the Establishment, where each action, word, and moment are exactly identical. Now she has an idea about leaving or changing the Establishment. She thinks it’s worth the risk of her life. Read part one of the story here: The Way of Life

The alarm went off. Visiting Period. Simultaneously, exactly half of the great circle of Person Cages lining the edge of the Establishment came alive. Everybody, Lydia included, walked out the door and to the Person Cage directly across from their own Person Cage by way of the great network of walkways intended for this purpose.

 

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The Way of Life

Lydia was hungry. She waited, because she knew that when she felt hungry, it was almost time to eat. There! The alarm went off everywhere around the enclosed glass Establishment. That was the signal to begin eating. Everywhere around her, people were bustling about, preparing their morning meal. Now Lydia prepared her food, too. She took a plastic-cased container from the Freezing Unit and placed in on the Food Platform. Seconds later, intense heat rays beamed down on the container. The plastic wrapping split down the center and fell away, like it was supposed to. Everything happened like it was supposed two. Ten seconds passed. Food Platforms everywhere stopped in unison with hers. She took the container and ate the contents at the Feeding Area of her Person Cage. All the food was in the form of small, round pellets. They were colorless and tasted the same with every bite, but they contained the nutrients she needed.

 

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Out of Sync–Part 2

This is the continuation of a story started earlier. Summary of previous action in the story: Olivia has always been popular at school. One day, she was seated next to a kid who offered to help her. Not wanting to seem very friendly (she had her own friends!), Olivia refused. The girl, named Audrey, accepted her refusal as an answer and smiled. Olivia and her friends—Sandra, Brittany, and Lisa—started pranking Audrey after that day. They were not being mean, they reasoned. Just funny. On the day of Olivia’s thirteenth birthday, Audrey was invited with the rest of Olivia’s class. Olivia does not want her there. 

For the entire part 1 of this story and more information on what happened, go to: http://www.thewattle.com/2018/10/22/out-of-sync/

“Hey, Audrey!” my mom trilled as she saw the recipient of our pranks at the door. Continue reading

Candy from the Spirits

Hazel stared fixedly into the darkness of her bedroom. The sinister ghoul’s face leered at her and stretched a deadly white hand towards her. His fingers quivered in wavering tendrils like tentacles. Blood oozed from a gash in his cheek and ran down his chin as his mouth gaped wide and grotesque. A few yellowed and rotten teeth were still embedded in his gums like small arrowheads speared into his skull. All the time his terrible hand kept reaching, reaching. He reached towards her and grasped her throat in his hand…

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Out of Sync—Part 1

I was looking good. Like, totally. I was in a pink dress with puffy sleeves. I had my mom do my hair, and she piled it up in a bun and topped it with a shiny bow. My shoes were high heels–silver with pink and purple decorations. I wore a necklace and rings and big earrings. My looks were important, too. This was the day of my thirteenth birthday party, and I was prepared to have a blast with my friends. It was going to be so fun to hang out with Sandra and Brittany and Lisa. Of course, there would be other people coming too. My mom made me invite the whole entire class to the party. I was so mad at her for that! She said that she didn’t want any kids to be left out. I said what did it matter–it wasn’t like I would climb to the top of the school and yell out who was coming to my party! I said so, too. And do you know what she said? She said, “Olivia, it would be the polite thing to do.” And without even asking me if it was okay, she went ahead and invited everybody from my class. I guess asking the boys to come was okay, especially the cute ones. But then she invited everybody else. She invited Audrey.

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Tiny Revolutions

I was drinking a glass of milk when I saw the very small object on the kitchen counter. Not knowing what it was, I set out to find the answer to this question. It was a very scientific question. I liked that. I am a very scientific person. The question was also challenging. I liked that, too, as I enjoy being challenged. Continue reading

Maple’s Choice

It wasn’t easy, being a squirrel. This came to mind while I was in the middle of a road, with a bicycle approaching on the left and a car coming in from the right. I needed a way to get out without getting squashed. My great aunt’s cousin’s daughter’s sister’s brother-in-law’s son was run over by a car. You could still see the print of the squirrel grounded into the street if you walk around the corner, stretched out like he was running at full speed. His family still leaves a rose petal on the place where it happened every Wednesday.

I did not want to end up like my distant relative.

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