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Oct
Literati!
Today is the last day you have to submit an entry into our contest You didn’t Write That. Those words must appear somewhere within the 150 to 200 words that you send us (moi, actually) This entry is from former champion and contest winner of Your Childhood is on the Line, Mari Maiko. Seems she was waiting for the last minute to size up the competition.
Here is
Live for Paradise
by Mari Maiko
“You didn’t write that.”
“I know.”
“Then why did you let the guards punish you?” Snow swirled around two pairs of worn boots, separated by a chain-link fence.
“It’s not that I let them…they just needed someone to punish, it doesn’t matter who. I’m only glad the person who did wasn’t caught.”
“You know who it was? Why didn’t you tell the guards? You don’t have to put up with this!” His hushed tone raised slightly.
“We’re all in the same place. I wouldn’t turn on someone who never did anything to me. Besides, I admire that he wrote it…”
“Why? That writing is the raving of a lunatic! Paradise? Ha! That’s the farthest thing from this place!”
“It’s not the ravings of a lunatic. It’s the expression of someone who has hope. All they were trying to do was make this place a little more bearable for everyone.”
Both men stared past the swastika flag fluttering in the wind. Two other prisoners were scrubbing the wall, although the words still shone through.
Leben für paradies. Live for paradise.
In this un-retouched photo, Eve feeds their pet snake
Oh Mari – this is wonderful. Your writing has improved immensely – even though you wrote well before. This has so much depth to it…lumbrilspectabulous. Yes you are certainly giving your Dad a run and i think you’re moving ahead rather well!!!!
I am gonna have to look that one up, but it is on file anyway. Keep em coming babe, the future is ours.
glad you’re keeping track – now i just have to figure out and remember what I created…LOL! To be used at a later date incorporating them into one of those weird and twisted things that Thorn creates to keep us all up at nights….
No, no, no. You do not have to keep track. That is my job. Ol’ Webster is turning over in his grave.
Well Webster needs turning over. Now I’ve created something that I’m going to have to keep up on…yikes..LOL
A powerful story. . .
It surprises me (I guess) that so many of the stories have centered around prisons of one kind or another. This is a sterling slant on the theme. The fence threw me for a second but then I used my noodle (yeah, the only one I got left) and figured mindful enemies having the conversation. That is probably not the case but I choose to think it. Love the way you use the universal life-hope in the writing. Diane is right, you have evolved. I wish you could be a student of mine.
Good work, kiddo.
(I’m going to clean my room, now.)
as well you should!
A tremendous amount of richness to this story. You are really very good!
I thought it was a very meaningful, well thought out, and literate. Cutos.
From Judge Katz- 12 years old
Heya, Judge! You here to show up your Mom the way Mari likes to show me up?
As a matter a fact I am. No offense, Kyle.
Go to your room and write. No offense taken Judge. But next time use my Real Name…MOM.
Ah this is a lovely scene…courageous souls that may never be known for thier bravery, but the universe surely must shine on them. lovely:)