Here’s a couple of short stories I wrote some time ago which I’d like to include for entertainment and interest. I hope people enjoy them. Finally, I’ve finished off with a nice slogan, which I used to put at the bottom of my correspondence one time until I thought better of it:
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The teacher spoke to the class:
“I’m sending you all to different classrooms, I’ve got to go out.”
Three of us walked through the school towards 2A. We stopped at the door and looked through the glass. The pupils, arrogant and superior, sat there paying attention to someone we couldn’t see, Mr Manne, whom we could hear giving forth to his favourites.
We plucked up courage and walked in. We stood to the side, in full view of the horde, waiting for him to finish. Eventually, he turned towards us and said:
“Yes?”
I looked at the other two, two girls, but they looked away. It was up to me.
“Please sir, Mr Jones has had to go out so he has decided to divide us …”
I had known what I wanted to say but the abuser at home had ‘intervened.’
Manne turned to the class and gave forth:
“Mr Jones has decided to divide you! What?” He said, “Has he decided to split you in half down the middle?”
The class roared with laughter.
The years passed and everyone who was there left. A new generation came to the school and then another and another. Then, one day, the school received pupils no more and stood empty. Years passed and the authorities decided it had to go. It was demolished, the area asphalted over. In the fullness of time, weeds grew where 2A had been.
One day, a dog came up to the plants, urinated on them and left. The sun rose in the sky and it was noon.
An old man of eighty came down the main road and stopped. The cars rushed by. He looked over and saw the steam rising from the weeds. He remembered 2A and the pain made him wince. He stood there reminiscing for a while and then a smile broke upon his beautiful face.
All those people were now either fat, old or dead. He had survived. All their efforts had been in vain. Two years, previously, he had received the first genetic implant of the new rejuvenation treatment. He, now, had the body of a twenty year old. He walked on to the corner where a young woman was standing.
“Hi.” He said.
“Hi.” Came the response.
They walked on together. He had never felt very positive, in life, about himself. There had been too many ’2A’s.’ But, now, they had all the time in the World.
By and by the technologists would work out the way of mind leading to positivity. Then life would be complete.
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The technoligists produced machines which could do all sorts of things. They could fly through the air and travel through Space. They could bring into existence stars and new species of beings. They created new matter and alternate universes.
Gradually they minituarized the whole array until they could be fitted into the hand of a person. And then, the day came when It was brought to the level of atoms and nuclear particles. In the end, the technology no longer existed in the physical world but became intangible.
Satellites were put into orbit, which monitored the world. They looked for certain words and signs made by people which were the triggers for what they wanted to do, what technology they wanted to invoke, and then presented it to them. And then, as is the way of things, the species which brought all this into being came to an end and was destroyed, despite all their efforts.
Millions of years later, a young woman walked along a sea shore thinking about nothing in particular. A nonsense word came into her mind and she exclaimed it:
“Abracadabra.”
The first witch was born.
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- Debunk ideology, don’t subscribe to it. Debunk the government, debunk the media, expose the right and the left. Shun indoctrination. Dismantle all theories of society, politics and religion. Be a dissident -