Green Walls
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There was a large, empty room, nearly all white but for the green walls. It almost seemed to glow with its own vibrant light. And in the very center of this room, there sat a little girl.
She wondered what it was that made the walls stay up.
At first she imagined they were like trees, and they had long roots that were buried deep in the ground, holding them in place while giving them nourishment to grow.
But that couldn't be, as she had never seen these walls any bigger or smaller than this for years.
Then she contemplated gravity. Was it the ceiling resting atop them, being pulled toward the earth, that held them in place? That seemed a bit more logical, but how heavy was the ceiling? Was it hollow? Was it perhaps really dense? Did they fill it with rocks?
The girl was unsure. And so she contemplated something else. Why were the walls there?
Ah, she had never thought of that one before.
It really didn't seem so strange to her. It was only natural. And yet she was now more curious than before. A new world had almost immediately formed itself within her mind, detailing the many amazing, exciting, otherworldly things waiting outside these walls.
And at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to see the other side, the world beyond the walls. It was her new dream. Her new aspiration.
But then another thought. What if there was nothing there? What if this room she lived in was all there was? Perhaps, if she were to find a way to simply peer onto the other side, all she would see would be infinite black. A dark mist of nothingness, devoid of anything and everything. It would make sense. Why else would she be here, instead of out there?
Yes, that seemed the most logical.
And so the girl stayed where she was and abandoned her short-lived dream, and she went on to ponder other things. Small things, large things. Happy things, sad things.
She never learned all the answers, but she was content to dream.
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I utterly adore the flow of this. And the subject is amazing--it's almost as if we get to see the little girl grow up. Like, the opening with her contemplating the walls being trees can be her child-like frame of mind. And then as she grows older, she adapts more advanced ideas and infers gravity. Finally, the ultimate, mature reasoning, which I believe is questioning everything and acknowledging the search.
It's brilliant idea and you executed it wonderfully, yo.
this is an incredible peice of writing, not entirely original but well written enough to pull it off. I love the descriptions and form etcetcetc. It reminds me of a picture I saw once.
Brilliant and a well deserved +1
I don't know it kind of scare me. The fact that she comes so close to questioning the reasons she was in the room but never actually gets there is worse to me than trying to get out and failing. But definately a +1.
this is so corny! This comment was for critisizing my piece! My name really is Alicia and I really am 12. So, shut the hell up!
The girl in this peice seems awfully existential for a- what, 10 year old, maybe? i fhse was older she would know what holds walls up, right? But she still seems kind unrealistically deep.
It's beautifully written though. maybe I'm just interpreting it completely wrong.
I've taken my own analogies and understandings from this piece. I think it's cleverly written as you've managed to make it philosophical whilst condensing it into a not-too-deep, entertaining read.