Free-writing Short Story
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There once was a girl with big hopes and dreams. She had bright green eyes, soft brown hair, and a raging curiousity that intimidated most people. She always asked questions and never blindly followed. Her name is irrevelent in this story, however, because the girl lost herself by accident.
By the time this girl was five years old, she had gone beyond the concept of time and flesh. Now she asked questions which adults told her were morbid. "Are you afraid of death?" She'd ask. "Why does God let children starve and women get raped?" "Why are people mean to one another?" "Why don't we change?"
The more in depth this child thought, the more trouble she had relating to others. When she was eight years old, she no longer believed in God. For she had prayed three times a day every day, since she was five years old, for God to take her Life away early so that she may be at peace. God seemed to have given up on her, so she gave up on Him.
She no longer had anyone to turn to for answers, except herself. But she did not know this. She felt disconnected and depressed through childhood and teenhood. One day, she realized that no one had purpose in life. She realized that people had to make a purpose for themselves. The search for meaning was over and she rejoiced.
She meditated long and hard, every day, for two years. She meditated to get to know herself better and understand the world. Perhaps then, she would know what meaning to make for her life.
During one meditation, she was swept away from the earth. As the warmth and pulse of Mother Earth faded from her, she felt that her pulse continued on, but she no longer felt warm and alive. She closed her eyes and searched deep within herself for something to hang onto. All she could find was the Big Machine. It was a complex and systematic machine, and human consciousness was but a volt of electricity running through it's wires. She felt her pulse fade into the machine. She hasn't been the same since.
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