Author's Note: The usage of stereotypes helps a writer convey messages easier than without. This, however does not mean that the author subscribes to the stereotypes used.
There were two babies in a bottle.
The first was white. It looked like the baby that one would find in a photograph of a baby. Fair, with a small tuft of curly brown hair, chubby, Cute. But it was the expression on the baby's face that really drew your eye. It looked so angelic. It had a simple , happy smile on its face- like all the world was its own personal playground. You could almost imagine this baby growing up into the man - a big , courteous, successful man. The perfect man; or the idea of a perfect man.
The second was black. Not the blackness of mere colour but the blackness that you would associate with the purest of...evil. Blood-shot red and slitted eyes stared balefully out of a face that lacked all expression. When the baby smiled, pieces of food hung from its pointy bloodied little fangs.
Stillness.
The bottle contracted; once.
The white child opened its mouth, devoid of all teeth (Bless the little babe) and blew a bubble. Inside the bubble was joy, peace, hope, charity, chivalry, love...all expressed with the simple clarity of a child.
Goo, said the white child.
The black one opened its eyes. It raised its hand and ran its sharp, curved, black nails down the side of the bottle. Imagine the sound of nails on a blackboard; coming from inside of you.
Hate, the sound seemed to say, Murder, jealousy, prejudice, pleasure, lust....rape.
Mercifully, the sound stopped.
There was stillness again.
The bottle contracted.
There are rwo babies in a bottle.
....
There is one baby in a bottle.
....
We all have them - a good side and a bad side.
Prince Charming and the Beast; only, which is which, really?
"Sometimes, we fight; sometimes we win; but most of the time- we survive,
barely"
5 comments:
Since you don't mind criticism, I must confess, I don't like this post, not the slightest bit.
Although it's a very personal thing of mine, and has nothing to do with your writing, or the idea behind the piece.
It's just that, why associate the dark with evil?
It's everywhere, the wicked witches are always ugly and wart-ridden, the princess is always beautiful and perfect. Why?
Why does the way a thing looks make everyone so sure of what it is.
And er, there's a good chance I completely missed the whole point of this post.
Point taken. I wondered about whether i should change it, right after i'd written it.
Maybe this line helps:
"Not the blackness of mere colour but the blackness that you would associate with the purest of...evil."
The idea behind the piece is rather simple. The bottle is the human heart- the babies are the opposing forces.
I somehow don't subscribe to this post either. I wrote it based on popular conventioon.
I have very strange views when it comes to morality.
Sometimes writers use stereotypes in order to more easily convey a message.
Much better! But where's that 'sometimes we fight them, sometimes we something, but usually we learn to live with it - scrape through day by day' thing line?
PUT THAT BACK!
:D
Seemed a tad pessimistic.
Post a Comment