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Extracts
My first ever short story. It's meant to be a Postmodern piece that uses PoMo technical devices. I tried self reference, the illusion of truth, messed with chronology, and I suppose narration as well.
Fingers crossed, here goes! Oh it's 989 words.
Nothing has changed. Not a day goes by where something stays the same. I can’t take it anymore. The worlds are too much alike. I’ve grown up knowing nothing, yet what I have learned recently (?) has no benefit. I learned that the planet was ruined, like my mind. I learned of global warming, of the food crisis that spent humanity and I learned of our past. I phased in and out of worlds to escape the madness, running through doorways of unreality. This is how I learned the madness is everywhere in space and time. It is all useless though. Knowledge is not power; I feel I am weaker for it. I must escape. Run. Flee. Dodge. I can’t hide. There is no escape left save death.
I thought I could elude the insanity. I was wrong. It is not freedom at all. I feel as if every time I hide, something new finds me. How can one hold on to truth and reality? What I knew disappeared a long time ago. This world, or dimension, or figment of the imagination, it is yet another example of human depravity! War and oppression attack the people, civilization is not united, and the continents are divided. I will try and leave this plane as soon as I can, but it is not easy. I escaped the last through pure luck. From now on I shall be wilier. I would be dead were it not for an opening.
There is no religion here! These people are Atheists! They tell me that religion was abolished many years ago. An amazing discovery! Yet there must be oppression for I see much poverty. I often overhear news of war with other factions. I have not been caught, but I do not think my chances would be very high if I were. Here, too, there was a food crisis in the past! This journey of mine is nothing short of astounding!
10.10.2157 I entered the other world today, or at least another world. Yet something doesn’t feel right. Certainly I am free to walk wherever and life seems simple but... I asked a passer-by a few questions. She seemed most confused, scared as well. I explained I was a tourist, and she fled! Of course this could not be to fetch me a map, so I left quickly. The people are what I imagine Communist era Russians to look like. The language they speak isn’t quite English – there are definite French links and dialect. I shall make further investigations soon.
7.10.2157 I have been thinking about my experience. It may be possible I can fabricate the déjà vu – mind over matter is a phrase I have read often. Perhaps déjà vu is simply a moment where one experiences an event from another place time? I have found nothing in my readings. I believe if I concentrate enough I am able to propel myself through this temporary “opening”. Escape is all I think about now.
5.10.2157 Something happened today that I’m not very sure about. I went on some form of… voyage jump trip journey. The French phrase, déjà vu. Déjà vu. I was sitting on my bed, hoping beyond hopes (I do not pray) that it would all end. Then I experienced it. I cannot explain what happened. I slipped into another world dimension time existence. Only for a moment…or was it many? I believe it was my concentration at that precise moment of déjà vu. I was there, felt a shift, and then returned. A warping of space, or perhaps of time. It has to do with déjà vu. Tomorrow I will try again.
19.9.2157 I cannot stand it anymore. After all I have learned I cannot stand this world. So much wrong has passed. Lies and untruths are told by our leaders. Religion has ruined us by separating human kind. Yet…yet I can’t help but doubt. What if all I read is false? All I have learned is incorrect? It could simply be propaganda for rebellion, or who knows what. I have chosen my path though – surely nothing is worse than the current reality. Lies are the easiest thing to create.
9.3.2157 I notice that English has used other languages. Clearly, English is a powerful tool in its ability to absorb other languages, thus making it more expressive. If English doesn’t do it, change the language! It is obvious why the current regime rid the people of learning and articulating themselves. The book club was an ingenious way to release ourselves, and I am thankful I found it when I did.
21.1.2157 Sometimes I think if a person will ever find this writing. I am positive and this is why I keep at it. I feel it will be good for someone, somewhere. It also helps me practice.
29.7.2156 I have a secret. A man took me to a kind of underground meeting. It is called “book club”. The purpose is to learn. I am told this will make us free, or “liberate” us. I am learning as much as I can, reading too. I am learning some French too! I have been told that there are other things to learn, dark things from the past, the truth as well. I will finally learn the truth.
16.7.2156 Someone saw me writing today. I am scared for my life. It is fun to write my feelings, but we are not allowed to learn, so it is hard.
12.4.2156 Hail. I don’t know what to write. I found this book, empty. I was amazed so took it home. I’m not sure where to start, so I chose the back. I’ll see where this leads. It is good. I will try to say my feelings and things that happen. I hope it is was good for you.
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Green - Change
Blue - My suggestion
Red - Destroy
Last edited by Homemaster : 04-21-2008 at 06:28 AM.
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