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Your headline for today is: "How Pandora Slipped Past the Junkyard."
3.08.2010
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Every story, three sentences. Three times a week. As simple as that.
Hope slunk past the waste allotments in the dark, the stench awful, the dim carcasses of all humanity's trouble and woes piled high. Hope walked past, hands in pockets, head down, deep in thought over her own grief at the loss of a mother whose death only had been crueler and more wounding than her life. Hope stepped at last into the broad expanse, the piers and rough, rocky beach laid out before her, just in time to see the first orange welling of the hot filament of dawn.
ReplyDeletePandora sat, body still and mind whirling, for a long time when she heard about the new model: it was not an easy decision that she came to but it was one he had programmed her to make. She was a beautiful machine, inside circuitous and outside draped in gleaming gears like jewelry, and the world could not afford to lose her. Night came and she pressed the pillow down on his face until he stopped struggling, crying tears of rust at having to do it, but knowing that she did not deserve to be made obsolete.
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