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He wiped the sweat from his brow, he felt uncomfortable in the heat generated by the stove. The steam rose relentlessly from the pan of boiling vegetables. The girls sat at the table playing quietly.

“Where is mummy?” Said Suzy as she looked up from her colouring in book.
He looked at his watch; it was late.
“Still at work, I guess.” He said.
“But she is coming back today?”
“Yes. I have already told you that. Remember?” He said slowly.
“Are we going to get presents?”
“You know mummy always brings back presents!”
“Wicked. So when will mummy be home?”
“Well she said she would call if she was going to miss dinner.”
“But it is almost dinner time now Daddy!” Piped in Jodie.
“Yes. I suppose we will have to just start without her.” He responded.
“But there might not be any left for Mummy. She might be hungry!”
“Don’t worry I am sure she will be fine. She is probably having her dinner at some nice restaurant paid for by her boss.”
“So when is dinner daddy?”
“Soon” He responded before turning the heat off the stove. He heard a loud noise that he recognised as his phone.

Where was the damned thing? He began to look for it, he could never find it. The problem with these new mobile phone was that they were like the remote control and he could never remember where he last saw it. He tried to locate it by listening. He found it buried under a pile of bills and bank statements.
"Hello", He said.
“It that Simon?” asked a soft female voice with a faint hint of an Irish accent. He tried to place it.
He detected something odd in the tone of voice. He felt a sense of dread build up inside him.
"Yes. I’m Simon. Who is this? "
“Hello Simon my name is Pat. Pat Simmons, I am a nurse at the Redland Hospital. ....do you want to take a seat?”
His stomach lurched as he slumped onto a stool, a hospital calling at this time of the evening good not be good news. He turned his body away from the girls.
“Is there a problem, Pat?”
“Is there anybody with you?” she asked in a soft voice filled with concern.
“No. Please why have you called?” He asked.
“I am afraid I have some bad news. There has been a car accident, sir.”
“Oh God!” He exclaimed,“ But why are you telling me this?”
“The woman in the car had a driver’s license in her possession. It identified her as Jane”.
“And? Has she been hurt”
“I’m sorry. I am afraid she was killed in the accident.”
“No!” he almost whispered down the phone.
“I am so sorry, Simon.”
“Why?” He muttered.

“I’m sorry”, said the nurse once again, “It would have been very quick. She wouldn’t have know anything about it. There wouldn’t have been any pain. I am afraid that there is something we need you to do. We need someone to come down to the hospital to identify her. I know it is difficult…Are you able to do it or is there someone else”
“Of course I’ll do it” He responded.
“We can send somebody to pick you up.”
"Yes. Please that would be appreciated. Is there anything I should bring?"
"No. Just ask for me on arrival."

He woke up the following morning, it felt at first like the events of the previous night had been a dream. But as he turned over her space in the bed was empty and the reality of it came flooding back. His head pounded and his eyes felt puffy. He had to be strong as he struggled out of bed.

As he headed down stairs he spotted there was a postcard on the mat. He knew it was from her. His hand began to tremble ever so slightly. He turned it around and read the message she had written for him - savouring each word, each letter, every pen stroke. For some reason it caused him to smile, more broadly than he could ever have imagined to be possible.
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He wiped the sweat from his brow, he felt uncomfortable in the heat generated by the stove. The steam rose relentlessly from the pan of boiling vegetables. The girls sat at the table playing quietly.

“Where is mummy?” Said Suzy as she looked up from her colouring in book.
He looked at his watch; it was late.
“Still at work, I guess.” He said.
“But she is coming back today?”
“Yes. I have already told you that. Remember?” He said slowly.
“Are we going to get presents?”
“You know mummy always brings back presents!”
“Wicked. So when will mummy be home?”
“Well she said she would call if she was going to miss dinner.”
“But it is almost dinner time now Daddy!” Piped in Jodie.
“Yes. I suppose we will have to just start without her.” He responded.
“But there might not be any left for Mummy. She might be hungry!”
“Don’t worry I am sure she will be fine. She is probably having her dinner at some nice restaurant paid for by her boss.”
“So when is dinner daddy?”
“Soon” He responded before turning the heat off the stove. He heard a loud noise that he recognised as his phone.

Where was the damned thing? He began to look for it, he could never find it. The problem with these new mobile phone was that they were like the remote control and he could never remember where he last saw it. He tried to locate it by listening. He found it buried under a pile of bills and bank statements.
"Hello", He said.
“It that Simon?” asked a soft female voice with a faint hint of an Irish accent. He tried to place it.
He detected something odd in the tone of voice. He felt a sense of dread build up inside him.
"Yes. I’m Simon. Who is this? "
“Hello Simon my name is Pat. Pat Simmons, I am a nurse at the Redland Hospital. ....do you want to take a seat?”
His stomach lurched as he slumped onto a stool, a hospital calling at this time of the evening good not be good news. He turned his body away from the girls.
“Is there a problem, Pat?”
“Is there anybody with you?” she asked in a soft voice filled with concern.
“No. Please why have you called?” He asked.
“I am afraid I have some bad news. There has been a car accident, sir.”
“Oh God!” He exclaimed,“ But why are you telling me this?”
“The woman in the car had a driver’s license in her possession. It identified her as Jane”.
“And? Has she been hurt”
“I’m sorry. I am afraid she was killed in the accident.”
“No!” he almost whispered down the phone.
“I am so sorry, Simon.”
“Why?” He muttered.

“I’m sorry”, said the nurse once again, “It would have been very quick. She wouldn’t have know anything about it. There wouldn’t have been any pain. I am afraid that there is something we need you to do. We need someone to come down to the hospital to identify her. I know it is difficult…Are you able to do it or is there someone else”
“Of course I’ll do it” He responded.
“We can send somebody to pick you up.”
"Yes. Please that would be appreciated. Is there anything I should bring?"
"No. Just ask for me on arrival."

He woke up the following morning, it felt at first like the events of the previous night had been a dream. But as he turned over her space in the bed was empty and the reality of it came flooding back. His head pounded and his eyes felt puffy. He had to be strong as he struggled out of bed.

As he headed down stairs he spotted there was a postcard on the mat. He knew it was from her. His hand began to tremble ever so slightly. He turned it around and read the message she had written for him - savouring each word, each letter, every pen stroke. For some reason it caused him to smile, more broadly than he could ever have imagined to be possible.
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He wiped the sweat from his brow, he felt uncomfortable in the heat generated by the stove. The steam rose relentlessly from the pan of boiling vegetables. The girls sat at the table playing quietly.

“Where is mummy?” Said Suzy as she looked up from her colouring in book.
He looked at his watch; it was late.
“Still at work, I guess.” He said.
“But she is coming back today?”
“Yes. I have already told you that. Remember?” He said slowly.
“Are we going to get presents?”
“You know mummy always brings back presents!”
“Wicked. So when will mummy be home?”
“Well she said she would call if she was going to miss dinner.”
“But it is almost dinner time now Daddy!” Piped in Jodie.
“Yes. I suppose we will have to just start without her.” He responded.
“But there might not be any left for Mummy. She might be hungry!”
“Don’t worry I am sure she will be fine. She is probably having her dinner at some nice restaurant paid for by her boss.”
“So when is dinner daddy?”
“Soon” He responded before turning the heat off the stove. He heard a loud noise that he recognised as his phone.

Where was the damned thing? He began to look for it, he could never find it. The problem with these new mobile phone was that they were like the remote control and he could never remember where he last saw it. He tried to locate it by listening. He found it buried under a pile of bills and bank statements.
"Hello", He said.
“It that Simon?” asked a soft female voice with a faint hint of an Irish accent. He tried to place it.
He detected something odd in the tone of voice. He felt a sense of dread build up inside him.
"Yes. I’m Simon. Who is this? "
“Hello Simon my name is Pat. Pat Simmons, I am a nurse at the Redland Hospital. ....do you want to take a seat?”
His stomach lurched as he slumped onto a stool, a hospital calling at this time of the evening good not be good news. He turned his body away from the girls.
“Is there a problem, Pat?”
“Is there anybody with you?” she asked in a soft voice filled with concern.
“No. Please why have you called?” He asked.
“I am afraid I have some bad news. There has been a car accident, sir.”
“Oh God!” He exclaimed,“ But why are you telling me this?”
“The woman in the car had a driver’s license in her possession. It identified her as Jane”.
“And? Has she been hurt”
“I’m sorry. I am afraid she was killed in the accident.”
“No!” he almost whispered down the phone.
“I am so sorry, Simon.”
“Why?” He muttered.

“I’m sorry”, said the nurse once again, “It would have been very quick. She wouldn’t have know anything about it. There wouldn’t have been any pain. I am afraid that there is something we need you to do. We need someone to come down to the hospital to identify her. I know it is difficult…Are you able to do it or is there someone else”
“Of course I’ll do it” He responded.
“We can send somebody to pick you up.”
"Yes. Please that would be appreciated. Is there anything I should bring?"
"No. Just ask for me on arrival."

He woke up the following morning, it felt at first like the events of the previous night had been a dream. But as he turned over her space in the bed was empty and the reality of it came flooding back. His head pounded and his eyes felt puffy. He had to be strong as he struggled out of bed.

As he headed down stairs he spotted there was a postcard on the mat. He knew it was from her. His hand began to tremble ever so slightly. He turned it around and read the message she had written for him - savouring each word, each letter, every pen stroke. For some reason it caused him to smile, more broadly than he could ever have imagined to be possible.
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The challenge is for you to create a dialogue between the two people. They can be anyone, say anything. Make it as original as you can. Ready, set...GO!



My attempt )
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The challenge is for you to create a dialogue between the two people. They can be anyone, say anything. Make it as original as you can. Ready, set...GO!



My attempt )
radiantsoul: (Default)
The challenge is for you to create a dialogue between the two people. They can be anyone, say anything. Make it as original as you can. Ready, set...GO!



My attempt )
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The Challenge

black pants, too short
brown topcoat, hole big as a quarter in lapel
shoes held together with duct tape
hair thick, matted with filth
red bandanna around his neck
head bowed, as if it were a painful weight
large red hands, nails long and yellowing
now and then chuckles soundlessly, as if secretly celebrating the genius of his thought processes

Now, create a scene, using the details recorded. I thought of making this challenge a drabble (exactly 100 words) for the word limit, but then thought that may be much too confining. So instead, let's make it a flash (300 word max) challenge. This should still (I hope) allow enough space while still teaching to eliminate unnecessary words. Have fun and try not to freak anyone out because you’re staring at them while scribbling away in a notebook.

My attempt )
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The Challenge

black pants, too short
brown topcoat, hole big as a quarter in lapel
shoes held together with duct tape
hair thick, matted with filth
red bandanna around his neck
head bowed, as if it were a painful weight
large red hands, nails long and yellowing
now and then chuckles soundlessly, as if secretly celebrating the genius of his thought processes

Now, create a scene, using the details recorded. I thought of making this challenge a drabble (exactly 100 words) for the word limit, but then thought that may be much too confining. So instead, let's make it a flash (300 word max) challenge. This should still (I hope) allow enough space while still teaching to eliminate unnecessary words. Have fun and try not to freak anyone out because you’re staring at them while scribbling away in a notebook.

My attempt )
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The Challenge

black pants, too short
brown topcoat, hole big as a quarter in lapel
shoes held together with duct tape
hair thick, matted with filth
red bandanna around his neck
head bowed, as if it were a painful weight
large red hands, nails long and yellowing
now and then chuckles soundlessly, as if secretly celebrating the genius of his thought processes

Now, create a scene, using the details recorded. I thought of making this challenge a drabble (exactly 100 words) for the word limit, but then thought that may be much too confining. So instead, let's make it a flash (300 word max) challenge. This should still (I hope) allow enough space while still teaching to eliminate unnecessary words. Have fun and try not to freak anyone out because you’re staring at them while scribbling away in a notebook.

My attempt )
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This was a creative writing challenge of 500-750 words, evil character from first person.

I hold a glass of brandy in my hands, each sip warms my body. A coal fire crackles gently in the middle of the room and I feel the heat radiating through my body. I allow myself to recline in my armchair, hearing the leather creak reassuringly. My first board meeting had gone well, I had little to say but felt reassured to be the youngest board member in the history of the firm. Now I enjoyed the informal setting of the post meeting chat. No more minutes, just an opportunity to meet the other members in an informal setting.

I sit. I listen. They laugh at my jokes. I feel pride and triumph as all my years of toil have paid off. All my life I have always felt like the outsider. Always more gifted than my peers who seemed to perceive me as arrogant or aloof. The price of my talent and hard work seemed to be loneliness. Yet now I finally felt I was somewhere where I belonged and was recognised rather than resented.

"There is something we need to talk about", says the chairman, a Mr Wilson, in a slightly lowered voice.
"Oh yes? Errr...Sir" I respond nervously, not quite sure how to address him.
"Please Brian. We are all friends here!" He says in a louder voice.
"Oh yes!" Said several others in the room, all of them nodding in agreement as the room descended into a silence.
"It is a rather delicate matter."
"Really?"
"It requires the utmost discretion."
"You can rely on me!" I say.
"Of course we can. Of course we can", responds Alan Smith as he places a hand reassuringly on my shoulder and gently squeezes.
"It is something many other people might not understand. To the uninitiated, those unable to appreciate the complexities of the real world, it might appear a little....odd."
"Well surely it can't be that bad?"
"Oh no. No not at all. It is nothing that bad at all. Just something we need to deal with, a problem. Please allow me to explain." He says as he begins to outline the situation, there have been some unfortunate goings on. He fills me in on the details, the potential problems and the consequences if events are not contained.
"Obviously if these details were to get out there would be a problem, and we need to keep these things to ourselves."
"Don't the people have a right to know?" I ask.
"No! No! This kind of thing is quite common in this industry. Only those of us who really understand these things are able to understand. We have all come across these things before" He says as he gestures to the friendly faces around the room. "The panic would cause more harm, so we need to keep it quite. Only for now you understand, we will take steps to stop it happening again."
"It is for the best" a voice that I don't recongise says, the sound coming from behind me.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just get rid of some documents for us. If we hadn't researched into it then the information would never have come to light. We can take care of things far better from our end without unnecessary publicity."
"I understand."
"Well what do you say?"

I picture in my mind the shredder, churning up page after page of reports and knowing that something feels not quite right about it. And yet as I look around the room filled with warm, friendly, smiling facesI can't help think can I disappoint these new friends? And if so what can I do? Go to the papers, force disgrace and shame upon the company? End my career? And it is not like all the others in the industry aren't doing it, getting away with it.
"Of course!" I say as the room almost seems to roar in approval.
"Excellent! Excellent! I knew we could trust you do to the right thing."
A feel my hand enveloped by his. The nagging feelings of doubt subsided.

Looking back this was the first step.































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This was a creative writing challenge of 500-750 words, evil character from first person.

I hold a glass of brandy in my hands, each sip warms my body. A coal fire crackles gently in the middle of the room and I feel the heat radiating through my body. I allow myself to recline in my armchair, hearing the leather creak reassuringly. My first board meeting had gone well, I had little to say but felt reassured to be the youngest board member in the history of the firm. Now I enjoyed the informal setting of the post meeting chat. No more minutes, just an opportunity to meet the other members in an informal setting.

I sit. I listen. They laugh at my jokes. I feel pride and triumph as all my years of toil have paid off. All my life I have always felt like the outsider. Always more gifted than my peers who seemed to perceive me as arrogant or aloof. The price of my talent and hard work seemed to be loneliness. Yet now I finally felt I was somewhere where I belonged and was recognised rather than resented.

"There is something we need to talk about", says the chairman, a Mr Wilson, in a slightly lowered voice.
"Oh yes? Errr...Sir" I respond nervously, not quite sure how to address him.
"Please Brian. We are all friends here!" He says in a louder voice.
"Oh yes!" Said several others in the room, all of them nodding in agreement as the room descended into a silence.
"It is a rather delicate matter."
"Really?"
"It requires the utmost discretion."
"You can rely on me!" I say.
"Of course we can. Of course we can", responds Alan Smith as he places a hand reassuringly on my shoulder and gently squeezes.
"It is something many other people might not understand. To the uninitiated, those unable to appreciate the complexities of the real world, it might appear a little....odd."
"Well surely it can't be that bad?"
"Oh no. No not at all. It is nothing that bad at all. Just something we need to deal with, a problem. Please allow me to explain." He says as he begins to outline the situation, there have been some unfortunate goings on. He fills me in on the details, the potential problems and the consequences if events are not contained.
"Obviously if these details were to get out there would be a problem, and we need to keep these things to ourselves."
"Don't the people have a right to know?" I ask.
"No! No! This kind of thing is quite common in this industry. Only those of us who really understand these things are able to understand. We have all come across these things before" He says as he gestures to the friendly faces around the room. "The panic would cause more harm, so we need to keep it quite. Only for now you understand, we will take steps to stop it happening again."
"It is for the best" a voice that I don't recongise says, the sound coming from behind me.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just get rid of some documents for us. If we hadn't researched into it then the information would never have come to light. We can take care of things far better from our end without unnecessary publicity."
"I understand."
"Well what do you say?"

I picture in my mind the shredder, churning up page after page of reports and knowing that something feels not quite right about it. And yet as I look around the room filled with warm, friendly, smiling facesI can't help think can I disappoint these new friends? And if so what can I do? Go to the papers, force disgrace and shame upon the company? End my career? And it is not like all the others in the industry aren't doing it, getting away with it.
"Of course!" I say as the room almost seems to roar in approval.
"Excellent! Excellent! I knew we could trust you do to the right thing."
A feel my hand enveloped by his. The nagging feelings of doubt subsided.

Looking back this was the first step.































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This was a creative writing challenge of 500-750 words, evil character from first person.

I hold a glass of brandy in my hands, each sip warms my body. A coal fire crackles gently in the middle of the room and I feel the heat radiating through my body. I allow myself to recline in my armchair, hearing the leather creak reassuringly. My first board meeting had gone well, I had little to say but felt reassured to be the youngest board member in the history of the firm. Now I enjoyed the informal setting of the post meeting chat. No more minutes, just an opportunity to meet the other members in an informal setting.

I sit. I listen. They laugh at my jokes. I feel pride and triumph as all my years of toil have paid off. All my life I have always felt like the outsider. Always more gifted than my peers who seemed to perceive me as arrogant or aloof. The price of my talent and hard work seemed to be loneliness. Yet now I finally felt I was somewhere where I belonged and was recognised rather than resented.

"There is something we need to talk about", says the chairman, a Mr Wilson, in a slightly lowered voice.
"Oh yes? Errr...Sir" I respond nervously, not quite sure how to address him.
"Please Brian. We are all friends here!" He says in a louder voice.
"Oh yes!" Said several others in the room, all of them nodding in agreement as the room descended into a silence.
"It is a rather delicate matter."
"Really?"
"It requires the utmost discretion."
"You can rely on me!" I say.
"Of course we can. Of course we can", responds Alan Smith as he places a hand reassuringly on my shoulder and gently squeezes.
"It is something many other people might not understand. To the uninitiated, those unable to appreciate the complexities of the real world, it might appear a little....odd."
"Well surely it can't be that bad?"
"Oh no. No not at all. It is nothing that bad at all. Just something we need to deal with, a problem. Please allow me to explain." He says as he begins to outline the situation, there have been some unfortunate goings on. He fills me in on the details, the potential problems and the consequences if events are not contained.
"Obviously if these details were to get out there would be a problem, and we need to keep these things to ourselves."
"Don't the people have a right to know?" I ask.
"No! No! This kind of thing is quite common in this industry. Only those of us who really understand these things are able to understand. We have all come across these things before" He says as he gestures to the friendly faces around the room. "The panic would cause more harm, so we need to keep it quite. Only for now you understand, we will take steps to stop it happening again."
"It is for the best" a voice that I don't recongise says, the sound coming from behind me.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just get rid of some documents for us. If we hadn't researched into it then the information would never have come to light. We can take care of things far better from our end without unnecessary publicity."
"I understand."
"Well what do you say?"

I picture in my mind the shredder, churning up page after page of reports and knowing that something feels not quite right about it. And yet as I look around the room filled with warm, friendly, smiling facesI can't help think can I disappoint these new friends? And if so what can I do? Go to the papers, force disgrace and shame upon the company? End my career? And it is not like all the others in the industry aren't doing it, getting away with it.
"Of course!" I say as the room almost seems to roar in approval.
"Excellent! Excellent! I knew we could trust you do to the right thing."
A feel my hand enveloped by his. The nagging feelings of doubt subsided.

Looking back this was the first step.































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It was a sweltering summers evening as she tossed and turned restlessly in her bed. The covers were thrown back and the window fully open to allow in the slightest movement of the air.

As she felt her consciousness slip away she found herself back in the place where she always went. Her mind and body neither awake nor asleep, but in that place in-between dreams and reality where anything seemed possible.

Looking down at herself she realised she was no longer a woman, but a young girl. Dressed in her finest dress. Merrily she was hopping and skipping along all the while humming a little ditty to herself. As she journeyed effortless through a beautiful landscape filled with a myriad of lush green valleys, which were filled with flowers with millions of beautiful colours. And yet despite being surrounded by all this beauty she did not stop for a second to look more closely at them or to smell their sweet scents. She skipped through forests with its ancient trees that had seen many thousands of sunrises and sunsets, unmoved by the transient events of the world. Their branches and leaves danced together in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the wind, as if partaking in some everlasting party. However this little girl was unconcerned by all the beauty of the world that surrounded her. She was seeking for another goal. Something wonderful. Something mysterious. High above her a beautiful rainbow trailed across the sky and arched down towards the horizon far in the distance. This is shat she was searching for, the end of the wonderful rainbow. The vivid and brilliant array of colours had entranced her. She wanted to discover just what the treasure was that lay at the end of the rainbow. She travelled across the world at breath-taking pace.

Finally she came to a sudden halt. But it was not a mysterious chest filled with a million pieces of glimmering gold and glittering diamonds that awaiting her. Rather she had arrived at rapidly flowing stream that blocked her path, as she did not wish to get her new dress wet. She hesitated and peered into the water. It was so clear she could see ever detail of the rocks that lay below the surface. Hear the sounds of the water flowing rapidly over them. She looked standing for some reason mesmerized by the way the flow of the water slightly distorted the image of the rocks. The way the sounds of the water relaxed her.

Suddenly she heard something that caused her to look up. Sitting across the stream was a young boy who seemed to be about her age. His bare feet were splashing about playfully in the water, as he giggled with pleasure. For some reason he did not seem to acknowledge her for a moment. Then he looked up at her. There eyes met for a second. She felt something stirring inside her. He immediately sprang up from the ground and smiled broadly. He did not utter a word to her. They seemed separated by the water, a gap to large to cross. Yet he stood up and in one mighty bound he leapt across the water, almost gliding through he air. He landed effortless besides her, bending his knees as he landed. Slowly he rose to his feet, all the while his eyes scanning her face. Gently he took her hand in his, and then he pulled her towards him. Bashfully he looked her in the face and suddenly a look of courage came over his face. He moved closer to her and softly kissed her on the cheek. She blushed, her face feeling aflame with shame and something else. She searched her mind for what that feeling might be and realising she felt a sense of delight and not disgust, she allowed her self to smile and then she began to giggle. Then he kissed her again, soft on the lips, as they both closed their eyes.

Suddenly something magical occurred, the scene changed to something different. The figures of the boy and girl transformed into a woman and a man. And then, of course, the kiss was no longer a simple peck on the cheek or a brief kiss on the lips, each filled with childhood innocence. Rather it became one of those intimate, long-lasting kiss. Something that contained within it an intense and incredibly powerful passion. They pulled each other tighter together with each passing moment. As they held each other closely, neither of them paid any attention to the rainbow far above them in the sky.

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It was a sweltering summers evening as she tossed and turned restlessly in her bed. The covers were thrown back and the window fully open to allow in the slightest movement of the air.

As she felt her consciousness slip away she found herself back in the place where she always went. Her mind and body neither awake nor asleep, but in that place in-between dreams and reality where anything seemed possible.

Looking down at herself she realised she was no longer a woman, but a young girl. Dressed in her finest dress. Merrily she was hopping and skipping along all the while humming a little ditty to herself. As she journeyed effortless through a beautiful landscape filled with a myriad of lush green valleys, which were filled with flowers with millions of beautiful colours. And yet despite being surrounded by all this beauty she did not stop for a second to look more closely at them or to smell their sweet scents. She skipped through forests with its ancient trees that had seen many thousands of sunrises and sunsets, unmoved by the transient events of the world. Their branches and leaves danced together in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the wind, as if partaking in some everlasting party. However this little girl was unconcerned by all the beauty of the world that surrounded her. She was seeking for another goal. Something wonderful. Something mysterious. High above her a beautiful rainbow trailed across the sky and arched down towards the horizon far in the distance. This is shat she was searching for, the end of the wonderful rainbow. The vivid and brilliant array of colours had entranced her. She wanted to discover just what the treasure was that lay at the end of the rainbow. She travelled across the world at breath-taking pace.

Finally she came to a sudden halt. But it was not a mysterious chest filled with a million pieces of glimmering gold and glittering diamonds that awaiting her. Rather she had arrived at rapidly flowing stream that blocked her path, as she did not wish to get her new dress wet. She hesitated and peered into the water. It was so clear she could see ever detail of the rocks that lay below the surface. Hear the sounds of the water flowing rapidly over them. She looked standing for some reason mesmerized by the way the flow of the water slightly distorted the image of the rocks. The way the sounds of the water relaxed her.

Suddenly she heard something that caused her to look up. Sitting across the stream was a young boy who seemed to be about her age. His bare feet were splashing about playfully in the water, as he giggled with pleasure. For some reason he did not seem to acknowledge her for a moment. Then he looked up at her. There eyes met for a second. She felt something stirring inside her. He immediately sprang up from the ground and smiled broadly. He did not utter a word to her. They seemed separated by the water, a gap to large to cross. Yet he stood up and in one mighty bound he leapt across the water, almost gliding through he air. He landed effortless besides her, bending his knees as he landed. Slowly he rose to his feet, all the while his eyes scanning her face. Gently he took her hand in his, and then he pulled her towards him. Bashfully he looked her in the face and suddenly a look of courage came over his face. He moved closer to her and softly kissed her on the cheek. She blushed, her face feeling aflame with shame and something else. She searched her mind for what that feeling might be and realising she felt a sense of delight and not disgust, she allowed her self to smile and then she began to giggle. Then he kissed her again, soft on the lips, as they both closed their eyes.

Suddenly something magical occurred, the scene changed to something different. The figures of the boy and girl transformed into a woman and a man. And then, of course, the kiss was no longer a simple peck on the cheek or a brief kiss on the lips, each filled with childhood innocence. Rather it became one of those intimate, long-lasting kiss. Something that contained within it an intense and incredibly powerful passion. They pulled each other tighter together with each passing moment. As they held each other closely, neither of them paid any attention to the rainbow far above them in the sky.

radiantsoul: (Default)
It was a sweltering summers evening as she tossed and turned restlessly in her bed. The covers were thrown back and the window fully open to allow in the slightest movement of the air.

As she felt her consciousness slip away she found herself back in the place where she always went. Her mind and body neither awake nor asleep, but in that place in-between dreams and reality where anything seemed possible.

Looking down at herself she realised she was no longer a woman, but a young girl. Dressed in her finest dress. Merrily she was hopping and skipping along all the while humming a little ditty to herself. As she journeyed effortless through a beautiful landscape filled with a myriad of lush green valleys, which were filled with flowers with millions of beautiful colours. And yet despite being surrounded by all this beauty she did not stop for a second to look more closely at them or to smell their sweet scents. She skipped through forests with its ancient trees that had seen many thousands of sunrises and sunsets, unmoved by the transient events of the world. Their branches and leaves danced together in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the wind, as if partaking in some everlasting party. However this little girl was unconcerned by all the beauty of the world that surrounded her. She was seeking for another goal. Something wonderful. Something mysterious. High above her a beautiful rainbow trailed across the sky and arched down towards the horizon far in the distance. This is shat she was searching for, the end of the wonderful rainbow. The vivid and brilliant array of colours had entranced her. She wanted to discover just what the treasure was that lay at the end of the rainbow. She travelled across the world at breath-taking pace.

Finally she came to a sudden halt. But it was not a mysterious chest filled with a million pieces of glimmering gold and glittering diamonds that awaiting her. Rather she had arrived at rapidly flowing stream that blocked her path, as she did not wish to get her new dress wet. She hesitated and peered into the water. It was so clear she could see ever detail of the rocks that lay below the surface. Hear the sounds of the water flowing rapidly over them. She looked standing for some reason mesmerized by the way the flow of the water slightly distorted the image of the rocks. The way the sounds of the water relaxed her.

Suddenly she heard something that caused her to look up. Sitting across the stream was a young boy who seemed to be about her age. His bare feet were splashing about playfully in the water, as he giggled with pleasure. For some reason he did not seem to acknowledge her for a moment. Then he looked up at her. There eyes met for a second. She felt something stirring inside her. He immediately sprang up from the ground and smiled broadly. He did not utter a word to her. They seemed separated by the water, a gap to large to cross. Yet he stood up and in one mighty bound he leapt across the water, almost gliding through he air. He landed effortless besides her, bending his knees as he landed. Slowly he rose to his feet, all the while his eyes scanning her face. Gently he took her hand in his, and then he pulled her towards him. Bashfully he looked her in the face and suddenly a look of courage came over his face. He moved closer to her and softly kissed her on the cheek. She blushed, her face feeling aflame with shame and something else. She searched her mind for what that feeling might be and realising she felt a sense of delight and not disgust, she allowed her self to smile and then she began to giggle. Then he kissed her again, soft on the lips, as they both closed their eyes.

Suddenly something magical occurred, the scene changed to something different. The figures of the boy and girl transformed into a woman and a man. And then, of course, the kiss was no longer a simple peck on the cheek or a brief kiss on the lips, each filled with childhood innocence. Rather it became one of those intimate, long-lasting kiss. Something that contained within it an intense and incredibly powerful passion. They pulled each other tighter together with each passing moment. As they held each other closely, neither of them paid any attention to the rainbow far above them in the sky.

Serum

Apr. 4th, 2008 02:09 pm
radiantsoul: (Default)
A large crash woke him from his slumber. The sound of shouting in the darkness, noises, dogs barking, somebody screaming and crying.

Shit, he thought to himself, they had come for him. He always knew that as a resistor they would come for him one day.

His body sprung into action. Fear provided the adrenaline he needed, caused him to literally leap from his bed, throwing his duvet onto the floor. His attention focused upon the source of a gentle draft, the ever-so-slightly ajar window in the room. His eyes looked around the room; there was no time for sentiment, although he knew he would never see anything in there again. With all of his strength he struggled to pull the window open, yet it seemed somehow stuck. All the while the sound of shouting and dogs parking panicking him further. Friends of his already captured, being taken into custody and who knows what else. As he pulled the window open he heard a crash on the door. The multiple locks and bolts he had installed held. For how much longer will they hold? He climbed out of the window and looked down.

He hated heights. In the darkness he could not see the ground far, far below him. But he knew it was a long way down, knew that it was going to hurt as he started to lower himself. Suddenly the door to the room shattered, as the wood literally shattered. Torchlight pierced the darkness sweeping the room. His eyes focused on a large Alsatian dog, a feeling of terror as it barked at him. The mouth filled with deadly fangs, and the way it foamed around the mouth. A dog that looked fuelled with anger and aggression. He could see the way it pulled hard against the handler leads, struggling to tear itself free and satisfy a primitive blood lust. The fear of the dog exceeded that of the height. He jumped from the window.

Pain exploded from his left leg as he rolled into a bush. Apart from a pair of boxer shorts he was naked and he was vaguely aware of the cuts on his body, but he had no time to indulge in the pain. He struggled to his feet gingerly testing his weight on his leg. It hurt, but he was able to stand.

A helicopter hovered overhead, it torchlight shining down on the squat.
“Give yourselves up and come quietly” Yelled a voice from a megaphone in the helicopter, “Jones, Jackson, Wilson. There is no escape. ”
They know my name. Where to go? He wondered to himself. The sound of the dog barking from the window above further shattered any time for contemplation. Run!
He scrabbled to his feet and starting to sprint off, heading towards a side street. Formulating a plan. I can head along the side streets; there is less chance of being spotted. Then hide in a shed or something overnight. And then get help from someone. But who?
"Stop" Yelled a voice.
No chance.
"He's over there!" Yelled other voices.
"Get him!" Yelled another voice.
As he headed into the road he saw several figures standing in the middle of his path. They seemed imposing; it was not so much their size as their posture. The way they seemed to stand, proud, firm, erect. As if he wasn't going to pass. Do I turn around? And if so where do I go? There will be more of them back at the house and once I have got past this lot it should be it.
Running towards them they did not seem to move particularly quickly to stop him, rather they walked towards him. He feigned a left turn and then darted to his left. They seemed to almost buy the dummy and he was amazed to discover that he had somehow got past them.
Yes! He felt for an instant relief.
"Stop or we'll shoot!"
What now? If I stop they may shot me anyway. He continued to run for a few seconds. His lungs held almost as if they were going to explode and yet he seemed to enjoy the feeling of being alive, being within the moment. He heard the bang.

*******

A brilliant light shone in his eyes, from a light source that seemed to be suspended above his head. He blinked and struggled to move. But his hands seemed fastened to something.
"Relax" Said a voice. It sounded like the voice of a middle aged man, kindly and yet firm.
"Where am I?" He asked. He was aware that his legs were also strapped down and that we was led on some sort of bed or table.
"Good to meet you at last. I am Ministry of Justice Interrogator number 20173.....and you happen to have found your self inside the Ministry of Justice."
"What crime have I committed?" he barked back at the man, who emitted a deep sigh. He could only his neck and struggled to look at the man. He was dressed in a white coat that looked rather like a doctors. A pair of glasses perched almost half way down his nose gave the man an intellectual air.
"You need to rest," responded the Interrogator.
"Let me out of here!" He yelled as he suddenly became aware that the man was holding a large syringe in his hands.
"No", he said as he struggled against the fastenings, but it provide futile. He winced as the needle pierced the skin in his arm. A warm feeling of relaxation poured through his body.
“It will all be over soon”, said the interrogator. He felt a hand gently stroke his hair as he struggled to fight the overwhelming urge to sleep, but surrendered to the darkness.
“Welcome back” said the Interrogator.
“Hello again” He said.
“Why am I being held here?” He asked.
“You are not being held anywhere”
“What do you mean? I was arrested and brought here against my will. Then I was tied to the bed and drugged.”
“Yes. That was…regrettable.” Responded the Interrogator, “I have several leaflets on our complaints procedure that I would be happy to give you. However you will see that you are no longer tied up and are free to leave at any point.”
“Great,” he answered as he sat up an looked around. The room was small and rather empty, apart from his bed, an observation window and a door. Everything was white and the room was illuminated from above by a rather pale white light.
“You are a free man and whilst thist might appear to have been an ordeal I can only say we have done you a favour. You are all fixed now!” The Interrogator had a jubilant smile upon his face.
“Fixed?”
“Why yes?”
“Fixed how exactly”
“As you are aware we live in dangerous times and the democratically elected government has decided to take action to quell that.”
“The serum?”
“Exactly. By analysing certain variables we are able to determine those people most likely to engage in criminal or violent activity. The serum acts to damped down those urges by permanently suppressing certain aggression receptors in the brain.”
“You have given me the serum then?”
“Yes. It is unfortunate but those in most need of the serum seem least able to recognise that fact and resist the use of it.”
“I see” He said, various thoughts rushing through his head and yet struggling to know how to feel.
“You seem puzzled. The emotion you are searching for is anger, but I am afraid it is not something you will ever be able to find.”
“Why?” He said rather blankly.
“It is interesting that those in most need of the serum have the strongest resistance to its usage. Unfortunately you are a member of what we call the resistors. For the general good you needed to be forced to do the right thing”
“…But surely it is wrong?”
“No-one has ever complained after the procedure and most people don’t object to it. Like I say there are leaflets I can give you on the complaints procedure, but I can assure you that you won’t use them.”
“Is there anything else?”
“I believe that you co-operated in avoiding the serum”
“Yes”
“Will you give me details of where I can find them”
“No”
“I see”
“Does that mean your serum doesn’t work? That I am not a good citizen?”
“No, the serum doesn’t control your actions only your emotions. You may still act rationally as you will, and not betraying your friends is rational. However you are no longer a slave to your aggression. In time you will come to love the new you and will be convincing them of the merits.”

****
He stood outside the building, dressed in rather ill-fitted clothes that had been given to him. His body ached from the cuts he had sustained. He knew he should feel something, but didn’t know what.


Serum

Apr. 4th, 2008 02:09 pm
radiantsoul: (Default)
A large crash woke him from his slumber. The sound of shouting in the darkness, noises, dogs barking, somebody screaming and crying.

Shit, he thought to himself, they had come for him. He always knew that as a resistor they would come for him one day.

His body sprung into action. Fear provided the adrenaline he needed, caused him to literally leap from his bed, throwing his duvet onto the floor. His attention focused upon the source of a gentle draft, the ever-so-slightly ajar window in the room. His eyes looked around the room; there was no time for sentiment, although he knew he would never see anything in there again. With all of his strength he struggled to pull the window open, yet it seemed somehow stuck. All the while the sound of shouting and dogs parking panicking him further. Friends of his already captured, being taken into custody and who knows what else. As he pulled the window open he heard a crash on the door. The multiple locks and bolts he had installed held. For how much longer will they hold? He climbed out of the window and looked down.

He hated heights. In the darkness he could not see the ground far, far below him. But he knew it was a long way down, knew that it was going to hurt as he started to lower himself. Suddenly the door to the room shattered, as the wood literally shattered. Torchlight pierced the darkness sweeping the room. His eyes focused on a large Alsatian dog, a feeling of terror as it barked at him. The mouth filled with deadly fangs, and the way it foamed around the mouth. A dog that looked fuelled with anger and aggression. He could see the way it pulled hard against the handler leads, struggling to tear itself free and satisfy a primitive blood lust. The fear of the dog exceeded that of the height. He jumped from the window.

Pain exploded from his left leg as he rolled into a bush. Apart from a pair of boxer shorts he was naked and he was vaguely aware of the cuts on his body, but he had no time to indulge in the pain. He struggled to his feet gingerly testing his weight on his leg. It hurt, but he was able to stand.

A helicopter hovered overhead, it torchlight shining down on the squat.
“Give yourselves up and come quietly” Yelled a voice from a megaphone in the helicopter, “Jones, Jackson, Wilson. There is no escape. ”
They know my name. Where to go? He wondered to himself. The sound of the dog barking from the window above further shattered any time for contemplation. Run!
He scrabbled to his feet and starting to sprint off, heading towards a side street. Formulating a plan. I can head along the side streets; there is less chance of being spotted. Then hide in a shed or something overnight. And then get help from someone. But who?
"Stop" Yelled a voice.
No chance.
"He's over there!" Yelled other voices.
"Get him!" Yelled another voice.
As he headed into the road he saw several figures standing in the middle of his path. They seemed imposing; it was not so much their size as their posture. The way they seemed to stand, proud, firm, erect. As if he wasn't going to pass. Do I turn around? And if so where do I go? There will be more of them back at the house and once I have got past this lot it should be it.
Running towards them they did not seem to move particularly quickly to stop him, rather they walked towards him. He feigned a left turn and then darted to his left. They seemed to almost buy the dummy and he was amazed to discover that he had somehow got past them.
Yes! He felt for an instant relief.
"Stop or we'll shoot!"
What now? If I stop they may shot me anyway. He continued to run for a few seconds. His lungs held almost as if they were going to explode and yet he seemed to enjoy the feeling of being alive, being within the moment. He heard the bang.

*******

A brilliant light shone in his eyes, from a light source that seemed to be suspended above his head. He blinked and struggled to move. But his hands seemed fastened to something.
"Relax" Said a voice. It sounded like the voice of a middle aged man, kindly and yet firm.
"Where am I?" He asked. He was aware that his legs were also strapped down and that we was led on some sort of bed or table.
"Good to meet you at last. I am Ministry of Justice Interrogator number 20173.....and you happen to have found your self inside the Ministry of Justice."
"What crime have I committed?" he barked back at the man, who emitted a deep sigh. He could only his neck and struggled to look at the man. He was dressed in a white coat that looked rather like a doctors. A pair of glasses perched almost half way down his nose gave the man an intellectual air.
"You need to rest," responded the Interrogator.
"Let me out of here!" He yelled as he suddenly became aware that the man was holding a large syringe in his hands.
"No", he said as he struggled against the fastenings, but it provide futile. He winced as the needle pierced the skin in his arm. A warm feeling of relaxation poured through his body.
“It will all be over soon”, said the interrogator. He felt a hand gently stroke his hair as he struggled to fight the overwhelming urge to sleep, but surrendered to the darkness.
“Welcome back” said the Interrogator.
“Hello again” He said.
“Why am I being held here?” He asked.
“You are not being held anywhere”
“What do you mean? I was arrested and brought here against my will. Then I was tied to the bed and drugged.”
“Yes. That was…regrettable.” Responded the Interrogator, “I have several leaflets on our complaints procedure that I would be happy to give you. However you will see that you are no longer tied up and are free to leave at any point.”
“Great,” he answered as he sat up an looked around. The room was small and rather empty, apart from his bed, an observation window and a door. Everything was white and the room was illuminated from above by a rather pale white light.
“You are a free man and whilst thist might appear to have been an ordeal I can only say we have done you a favour. You are all fixed now!” The Interrogator had a jubilant smile upon his face.
“Fixed?”
“Why yes?”
“Fixed how exactly”
“As you are aware we live in dangerous times and the democratically elected government has decided to take action to quell that.”
“The serum?”
“Exactly. By analysing certain variables we are able to determine those people most likely to engage in criminal or violent activity. The serum acts to damped down those urges by permanently suppressing certain aggression receptors in the brain.”
“You have given me the serum then?”
“Yes. It is unfortunate but those in most need of the serum seem least able to recognise that fact and resist the use of it.”
“I see” He said, various thoughts rushing through his head and yet struggling to know how to feel.
“You seem puzzled. The emotion you are searching for is anger, but I am afraid it is not something you will ever be able to find.”
“Why?” He said rather blankly.
“It is interesting that those in most need of the serum have the strongest resistance to its usage. Unfortunately you are a member of what we call the resistors. For the general good you needed to be forced to do the right thing”
“…But surely it is wrong?”
“No-one has ever complained after the procedure and most people don’t object to it. Like I say there are leaflets I can give you on the complaints procedure, but I can assure you that you won’t use them.”
“Is there anything else?”
“I believe that you co-operated in avoiding the serum”
“Yes”
“Will you give me details of where I can find them”
“No”
“I see”
“Does that mean your serum doesn’t work? That I am not a good citizen?”
“No, the serum doesn’t control your actions only your emotions. You may still act rationally as you will, and not betraying your friends is rational. However you are no longer a slave to your aggression. In time you will come to love the new you and will be convincing them of the merits.”

****
He stood outside the building, dressed in rather ill-fitted clothes that had been given to him. His body ached from the cuts he had sustained. He knew he should feel something, but didn’t know what.


Serum

Apr. 4th, 2008 02:09 pm
radiantsoul: (Default)
A large crash woke him from his slumber. The sound of shouting in the darkness, noises, dogs barking, somebody screaming and crying.

Shit, he thought to himself, they had come for him. He always knew that as a resistor they would come for him one day.

His body sprung into action. Fear provided the adrenaline he needed, caused him to literally leap from his bed, throwing his duvet onto the floor. His attention focused upon the source of a gentle draft, the ever-so-slightly ajar window in the room. His eyes looked around the room; there was no time for sentiment, although he knew he would never see anything in there again. With all of his strength he struggled to pull the window open, yet it seemed somehow stuck. All the while the sound of shouting and dogs parking panicking him further. Friends of his already captured, being taken into custody and who knows what else. As he pulled the window open he heard a crash on the door. The multiple locks and bolts he had installed held. For how much longer will they hold? He climbed out of the window and looked down.

He hated heights. In the darkness he could not see the ground far, far below him. But he knew it was a long way down, knew that it was going to hurt as he started to lower himself. Suddenly the door to the room shattered, as the wood literally shattered. Torchlight pierced the darkness sweeping the room. His eyes focused on a large Alsatian dog, a feeling of terror as it barked at him. The mouth filled with deadly fangs, and the way it foamed around the mouth. A dog that looked fuelled with anger and aggression. He could see the way it pulled hard against the handler leads, struggling to tear itself free and satisfy a primitive blood lust. The fear of the dog exceeded that of the height. He jumped from the window.

Pain exploded from his left leg as he rolled into a bush. Apart from a pair of boxer shorts he was naked and he was vaguely aware of the cuts on his body, but he had no time to indulge in the pain. He struggled to his feet gingerly testing his weight on his leg. It hurt, but he was able to stand.

A helicopter hovered overhead, it torchlight shining down on the squat.
“Give yourselves up and come quietly” Yelled a voice from a megaphone in the helicopter, “Jones, Jackson, Wilson. There is no escape. ”
They know my name. Where to go? He wondered to himself. The sound of the dog barking from the window above further shattered any time for contemplation. Run!
He scrabbled to his feet and starting to sprint off, heading towards a side street. Formulating a plan. I can head along the side streets; there is less chance of being spotted. Then hide in a shed or something overnight. And then get help from someone. But who?
"Stop" Yelled a voice.
No chance.
"He's over there!" Yelled other voices.
"Get him!" Yelled another voice.
As he headed into the road he saw several figures standing in the middle of his path. They seemed imposing; it was not so much their size as their posture. The way they seemed to stand, proud, firm, erect. As if he wasn't going to pass. Do I turn around? And if so where do I go? There will be more of them back at the house and once I have got past this lot it should be it.
Running towards them they did not seem to move particularly quickly to stop him, rather they walked towards him. He feigned a left turn and then darted to his left. They seemed to almost buy the dummy and he was amazed to discover that he had somehow got past them.
Yes! He felt for an instant relief.
"Stop or we'll shoot!"
What now? If I stop they may shot me anyway. He continued to run for a few seconds. His lungs held almost as if they were going to explode and yet he seemed to enjoy the feeling of being alive, being within the moment. He heard the bang.

*******

A brilliant light shone in his eyes, from a light source that seemed to be suspended above his head. He blinked and struggled to move. But his hands seemed fastened to something.
"Relax" Said a voice. It sounded like the voice of a middle aged man, kindly and yet firm.
"Where am I?" He asked. He was aware that his legs were also strapped down and that we was led on some sort of bed or table.
"Good to meet you at last. I am Ministry of Justice Interrogator number 20173.....and you happen to have found your self inside the Ministry of Justice."
"What crime have I committed?" he barked back at the man, who emitted a deep sigh. He could only his neck and struggled to look at the man. He was dressed in a white coat that looked rather like a doctors. A pair of glasses perched almost half way down his nose gave the man an intellectual air.
"You need to rest," responded the Interrogator.
"Let me out of here!" He yelled as he suddenly became aware that the man was holding a large syringe in his hands.
"No", he said as he struggled against the fastenings, but it provide futile. He winced as the needle pierced the skin in his arm. A warm feeling of relaxation poured through his body.
“It will all be over soon”, said the interrogator. He felt a hand gently stroke his hair as he struggled to fight the overwhelming urge to sleep, but surrendered to the darkness.
“Welcome back” said the Interrogator.
“Hello again” He said.
“Why am I being held here?” He asked.
“You are not being held anywhere”
“What do you mean? I was arrested and brought here against my will. Then I was tied to the bed and drugged.”
“Yes. That was…regrettable.” Responded the Interrogator, “I have several leaflets on our complaints procedure that I would be happy to give you. However you will see that you are no longer tied up and are free to leave at any point.”
“Great,” he answered as he sat up an looked around. The room was small and rather empty, apart from his bed, an observation window and a door. Everything was white and the room was illuminated from above by a rather pale white light.
“You are a free man and whilst thist might appear to have been an ordeal I can only say we have done you a favour. You are all fixed now!” The Interrogator had a jubilant smile upon his face.
“Fixed?”
“Why yes?”
“Fixed how exactly”
“As you are aware we live in dangerous times and the democratically elected government has decided to take action to quell that.”
“The serum?”
“Exactly. By analysing certain variables we are able to determine those people most likely to engage in criminal or violent activity. The serum acts to damped down those urges by permanently suppressing certain aggression receptors in the brain.”
“You have given me the serum then?”
“Yes. It is unfortunate but those in most need of the serum seem least able to recognise that fact and resist the use of it.”
“I see” He said, various thoughts rushing through his head and yet struggling to know how to feel.
“You seem puzzled. The emotion you are searching for is anger, but I am afraid it is not something you will ever be able to find.”
“Why?” He said rather blankly.
“It is interesting that those in most need of the serum have the strongest resistance to its usage. Unfortunately you are a member of what we call the resistors. For the general good you needed to be forced to do the right thing”
“…But surely it is wrong?”
“No-one has ever complained after the procedure and most people don’t object to it. Like I say there are leaflets I can give you on the complaints procedure, but I can assure you that you won’t use them.”
“Is there anything else?”
“I believe that you co-operated in avoiding the serum”
“Yes”
“Will you give me details of where I can find them”
“No”
“I see”
“Does that mean your serum doesn’t work? That I am not a good citizen?”
“No, the serum doesn’t control your actions only your emotions. You may still act rationally as you will, and not betraying your friends is rational. However you are no longer a slave to your aggression. In time you will come to love the new you and will be convincing them of the merits.”

****
He stood outside the building, dressed in rather ill-fitted clothes that had been given to him. His body ached from the cuts he had sustained. He knew he should feel something, but didn’t know what.


The hunter

Feb. 26th, 2008 10:47 am
radiantsoul: (Default)
It was a good night to be hunting, he thought to himself, as he strode through the empty streets. 
It was already almost dusk and the few street lights that were still working had already switched on, illuminating the area in a faint orange glow that seemed to flicker slightly.
Empty crisp packets blew around in the wind they were the only movement in the deserted streets. Apart from faint howling of the wind there didn't seem to be a sound. Decaying houses appeared uninhabited every window long since boarded up. A solitary car stood parked across the road, it tires were burst and the window the side window was shattered. 
He paused having a strange sensation in his body. He thought he saw something moving. 
What was it? Who was out there?
Sliding down the flimsy plastic night sights over his eyes he saw the world suddenly erupted into brilliant shades of green. 
Keep calm.
He dropped his body down onto one knee, feeling the cold of broken tarmac through the coarse fabric of his trouser, wondering if perhaps it was broken glass. No time to look down though. He heard the reassuring click as he unlocked his safety. Something moved. Some sort of animal perhaps. All the while he remained silent, as his eyes scanned trying to lock onto the target. As he placed his head behind the sight, the cross hairs focused his attention. Slowly he moved the gun panning across the mid-distances. There was something there, the hint of something moving through the bushes. The leather of his glove seemed to almost creak as his fingers tightened around the trigger. 
Now. Do it.
He felt the gun recoiling against his shoulder as a round of bullets exploded from his gun. There was a piercing scream and then silence. He didn't bother to see what it was.
Walking on he saw the signs that indicated that this was or had been a mall. Every shop looked the same, covered by the roller shutters that hid their wares from prying eyes. Artificial lighting bathed the white tiles in a cold light. The only life seemed to be the plants that grew from earth coloured plastic pots. yet he knew that if he were to inspect them he would discover they were manufactured from a rubber like plastic and their green leaves were in a thin layer of dust.
Suddenly he saw something large moving in the shadows. The object was big, human sized, its body hunched over. Shuffling slowly away from him with an ungainly gait. Raising the butt of the gun to his shoulder he once more looked down the sights, zooming in slowly on it. Zooming closer and closer to it trying to evaluate the threat. There was no sign that it had a weapon and yet no one could afford to be too careful these days. 
Announce yourself then do it quickly.
"Halt!” He yelled out, “Identify yourself!”
The levels of zoom were so close that he could see every detail as the head turned towards him hurriedly towards him. He could clearly see the dull, almost cloudy eyes and the white unkempt hair that seemed almost windswept in this windless environment. The skin on its face was pale, and appeared to be almost translucent. In that moment he recognised the fear and panic within their eyes. Then he saw it turn it head away from him and it beginning to dart off. Faster than he might have thought possible. It has already made three steps and seemed to be speeding up.
Don’t let her get away! Take the shot.
He watched through the sights as he squeezed the trigger and felt the butt of the gun recoiling into his shoulder as there was a deafening eruption of noise. In the same instant what had been the targets head simply ceased to exist. Blood and brains exploded outwards and the body dropped instantly to the floor with a thud. He lowered his gun and approached the body.
The target wore a large overcoat. He placed his hands inside the pockets digging around for some information. He found what he was looking for, an identity card. He flicked it open and looked at the face of an elderly woman, turning the card slightly he watched as the holographic image on the card moved. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like a pretty good match. He read the name, Edna Jones, and the date of birth calculating her age at seventy six. He rummaged through her pockets. There was money, mostly coins but a few heavily creased notes. He placed them in his own pockets.
He watched as her blood leak over the floor, covering the area in a surprisingly large area of red. The air stinking of shit and death, as the body seemed to twitch involuntarily. He pulled out a walkie talkie.
“Control!” responded a genderless unemotional voice. Through the crackling he was scarcely even able to make that much out.
“I have a curfew violation I need clearing up”
“Roger that….15 minutes.”
The radio went dead.


  

The hunter

Feb. 26th, 2008 10:47 am
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It was a good night to be hunting, he thought to himself, as he strode through the empty streets. 
It was already almost dusk and the few street lights that were still working had already switched on, illuminating the area in a faint orange glow that seemed to flicker slightly.
Empty crisp packets blew around in the wind they were the only movement in the deserted streets. Apart from faint howling of the wind there didn't seem to be a sound. Decaying houses appeared uninhabited every window long since boarded up. A solitary car stood parked across the road, it tires were burst and the window the side window was shattered. 
He paused having a strange sensation in his body. He thought he saw something moving. 
What was it? Who was out there?
Sliding down the flimsy plastic night sights over his eyes he saw the world suddenly erupted into brilliant shades of green. 
Keep calm.
He dropped his body down onto one knee, feeling the cold of broken tarmac through the coarse fabric of his trouser, wondering if perhaps it was broken glass. No time to look down though. He heard the reassuring click as he unlocked his safety. Something moved. Some sort of animal perhaps. All the while he remained silent, as his eyes scanned trying to lock onto the target. As he placed his head behind the sight, the cross hairs focused his attention. Slowly he moved the gun panning across the mid-distances. There was something there, the hint of something moving through the bushes. The leather of his glove seemed to almost creak as his fingers tightened around the trigger. 
Now. Do it.
He felt the gun recoiling against his shoulder as a round of bullets exploded from his gun. There was a piercing scream and then silence. He didn't bother to see what it was.
Walking on he saw the signs that indicated that this was or had been a mall. Every shop looked the same, covered by the roller shutters that hid their wares from prying eyes. Artificial lighting bathed the white tiles in a cold light. The only life seemed to be the plants that grew from earth coloured plastic pots. yet he knew that if he were to inspect them he would discover they were manufactured from a rubber like plastic and their green leaves were in a thin layer of dust.
Suddenly he saw something large moving in the shadows. The object was big, human sized, its body hunched over. Shuffling slowly away from him with an ungainly gait. Raising the butt of the gun to his shoulder he once more looked down the sights, zooming in slowly on it. Zooming closer and closer to it trying to evaluate the threat. There was no sign that it had a weapon and yet no one could afford to be too careful these days. 
Announce yourself then do it quickly.
"Halt!” He yelled out, “Identify yourself!”
The levels of zoom were so close that he could see every detail as the head turned towards him hurriedly towards him. He could clearly see the dull, almost cloudy eyes and the white unkempt hair that seemed almost windswept in this windless environment. The skin on its face was pale, and appeared to be almost translucent. In that moment he recognised the fear and panic within their eyes. Then he saw it turn it head away from him and it beginning to dart off. Faster than he might have thought possible. It has already made three steps and seemed to be speeding up.
Don’t let her get away! Take the shot.
He watched through the sights as he squeezed the trigger and felt the butt of the gun recoiling into his shoulder as there was a deafening eruption of noise. In the same instant what had been the targets head simply ceased to exist. Blood and brains exploded outwards and the body dropped instantly to the floor with a thud. He lowered his gun and approached the body.
The target wore a large overcoat. He placed his hands inside the pockets digging around for some information. He found what he was looking for, an identity card. He flicked it open and looked at the face of an elderly woman, turning the card slightly he watched as the holographic image on the card moved. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like a pretty good match. He read the name, Edna Jones, and the date of birth calculating her age at seventy six. He rummaged through her pockets. There was money, mostly coins but a few heavily creased notes. He placed them in his own pockets.
He watched as her blood leak over the floor, covering the area in a surprisingly large area of red. The air stinking of shit and death, as the body seemed to twitch involuntarily. He pulled out a walkie talkie.
“Control!” responded a genderless unemotional voice. Through the crackling he was scarcely even able to make that much out.
“I have a curfew violation I need clearing up”
“Roger that….15 minutes.”
The radio went dead.


  

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