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 Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 3:16 pm
OK, this is just the beginning of a story that I was thinking of writing, but I want to know if it's any good before I put any time into writing the rest of it. So here it is:
My hands tremble as I stare down at the object in my hand.
If you could do it all over again, would you? Would you honestly make that choice to defy fate and risk losing everything? Would you do it for yourself? Would it be for someone you love? Would it be for the greater good or the better evil? Would the changes be cataclysmic? Would they result in your death, or someone else’s? Would you honestly have the guts to pull the trigger on someone you love, hate, and admire all at the same time?
The sheer power of the tiny little thing in my hands would send you running. Your whole life, wiped clean, you could be anything that you wanted to be, free to make different choices or experience different lifestyles. Everybody would have their own second chance in your eyes, they could turn from you best friend, to the person you walk by without noticing; from your sister’s boyfriend to yours; your own enemy to the closest person to you.
And all it would take was a piece of candy.
The energy it emanates is too much for my frayed nerves, I drop the candy onto the table in front of me. It bounces, rolls, and spins until finally it swivels to a halt. Just an innocent sugar-loaded sphere. Or so it would seem to you. I pick it up, pocket it and walk towards the door. I’m not ready to think about this, maybe I’ll show it to Lydia.
Lydia raised her eyebrow at me. “You’re not serious.”
I roll my eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be serious?”
Her brow furrows as she squints at me, green eyes trying to see into my soul. After a few moments she turns back towards the bookshelf and shoves the book she had been holding a few minutes before. ‘She doesn’t believe me.’ It wasn’t like I hadn’t expected it, but she isn’t usually this skeptic. She whips back around to face me.
“OK, let’s say it is what you say it is and you aren’t just trying to pull a completely not funny prank on me, how in hell did you get it?”
I sigh and look down at my left hand, the hand clenched around the candy.
“I don’t know how I got there, I just did.”
“What?”
Her voice makes my head snap up; I start to blush when I realize that I had spoken out loud. “Sorry.”
She rolls here eyes at me and gives a short, impatient out-take of breath. She always gets like this when I voice my thoughts out loud, which is often. Everything I think just seems to pour out of my mouth with or without my consent. “Whatever,” she huffs, bringing me back to earth again, “Just tell me where you got it.”
“At a candy shop. Like I said, I’m not quite sure how I got there, it just sorta appeared there...”
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 8:57 pm
Well, there are a lot of unexplained things in that story so far, but I definitly think it's worth writing. A very intereting concept indeed 3nodding
Though I'm really not clear on what the effect of the candy is. Is it something to reset your life without your memories, or to change an event in the past, or some strange wishing thing, or what?
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