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A Farmgirl's take on things
Nov. 18, 2008 - The tale of Alice Always-eager-for-knowledge
okay here is another one of my short stories, I had to write it for Liturature, please tell me what you think!
P.S. Envy is a character as well as a point of view.
My name is Alice Always-eager-for-knowledge, and during my travels to find the meaning of Life, (quite a deep pursuit) I stumbled upon a young man whose features were oddly haggard.
“Pray tell me sir, what is your name?” I said.
He stopped and his look was that of a starving wolf
“My name is Envy,” he said in a purring sort of voice. “Where are you bound, and from whence did you come?”
“I come from that Hell bound fortress called Earth, and I am bound for the palace Wisdom once I have found the meaning of Life.” I answered uneasily for Envy was slowly advancing.
“That I will tell you readily!” he exclaimed “the meaning of Life is simply this: To do better than your family, friends, all whom you know. For wasn’t life meant to be enjoyed?”
“Yes,” I replied "certain things in life were meant to be enjoyed, but if that is true what of Eternal life? Were not we made to obey and glorify the Lord as the pastors tell us?”
“Oh no!” countered Envy “Those pastors only preach what the crowds want to hear, but in truth they use their salaries and what’s more, some of the Church’s offerings to live life to the fullest. And so escape judgment and better their position.”
“Really?” I said “but I thought...”
“No” he interrupted me” think of it this way: Think of what you could do with all that money, your pastor probably squanders it all, the fool! You should have that money!”
He continued to speak more words of contention as my arguments became feebler, until finally, I made no protest as he whispered in my ear. My family and friends began to find me insufferable, and I grew to hate all who were better off than I was.
Countless nights Envy kept me awake, poking and prodding my mind with thoughts of Malcontent, until my face became as haggard and weary as his. Anger became one of my best friends, and Malice was a frequent visitor to my thoughts for the rest of my life.
What a miserable and wretched thing it is that we call life, for most suffer dreadfully all through their days only to expire when things seem to brighten. |
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Nov. 18, 2008 - The tale of Alice Always-eager-for-knowledge
okay here is another one of my short stories, I had to write it for Liturature, please tell me what you think!
P.S. Envy is a character as well as a point of view.
My name is Alice Always-eager-for-knowledge, and during my travels to find the meaning of Life, (quite a deep pursuit) I stumbled upon a young man whose features were oddly haggard.
“Pray tell me sir, what is your name?” I said.
He stopped and his look was that of a starving wolf
“My name is Envy,” he said in a purring sort of voice. “Where are you bound, and from whence did you come?”
“I come from that Hell bound fortress called Earth, and I am bound for the palace Wisdom once I have found the meaning of Life.” I answered uneasily for Envy was slowly advancing.
“That I will tell you readily!” he exclaimed “the meaning of Life is simply this: To do better than your family, friends, all whom you know. For wasn’t life meant to be enjoyed?”
“Yes,” I replied "certain things in life were meant to be enjoyed, but if that is true what of Eternal life? Were not we made to obey and glorify the Lord as the pastors tell us?”
“Oh no!” countered Envy “Those pastors only preach what the crowds want to hear, but in truth they use their salaries and what’s more, some of the Church’s offerings to live life to the fullest. And so escape judgment and better their position.”
“Really?” I said “but I thought...”
“No” he interrupted me” think of it this way: Think of what you could do with all that money, your pastor probably squanders it all, the fool! You should have that money!”
He continued to speak more words of contention as my arguments became feebler, until finally, I made no protest as he whispered in my ear. My family and friends began to find me insufferable, and I grew to hate all who were better off than I was.
Countless nights Envy kept me awake, poking and prodding my mind with thoughts of Malcontent, until my face became as haggard and weary as his. Anger became one of my best friends, and Malice was a frequent visitor to my thoughts for the rest of my life.
What a miserable and wretched thing it is that we call life, for most suffer dreadfully all through their days only to expire when things seem to brighten. |
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