Filed under: Artistic Leanings
Intro to a new story posted on Stuk. Read more at www.simplystuk.wordpress.com
Trapped in the throes of a nightmare, I wake up blind. The darkness is hostile, thick in silence and stifling warmth. It takes time to stand up, calming my jackrabbit heart and suffocating my urgent mumblings before trying to lift myself up. The stilts my legs have been replaced with shake as balance becomes precious, fleeting. Two tries and I’m standing up, finally stable for longer than one fear-filled breath.
For one second I start to panic, the fingers of gravity reaching up to graze the back of my exposed neck. Shouldn’t I have a cane or something? To steady, to scout, even to swing wildly at the hateful darkness, a stick of wood with a copper tip would be better than bare palms.
Finally inevitability has its laugh as one unwary toe smashes into unyielding wood. Wind rushes past my face, cool and refreshing oxygen lending carefree momentum to the descent.
The carpet is rougher against my face than I remember.
Filed under: Philosophical Ramblings
I like analogies. If you can come up with a good one, it makes things easy for people to understand. If you come up with a shocking one, you come up with something for them to remember, and very well.
So I came up with one randomly during a conversation with a friend.
Filed under: Ramblings
Current Mood: Ponderous
Current Tunes: ‘Story About a Man With a Bad Heart’ by Emery
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Society has rules, expectations and demands that attempt to constrain a person into very particular molds. Mind your P’s and Q’s, don’t make waves, sit down and shut up. They also never really get around to making contingency plans for when the person resists the change. Instead of urging and coaxing them into compliance, they are pushed, forced and trimmed into malleability.
That person will never be the same again, and society is happy for one more day.
Sometimes the trimming doesn’t work, and sometimes the unwilling victim fights back. I believe in fighting back, and I believe in dulling the shears and shattering the molds.
