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Post by dreamwriter on Dec 17, 2010 13:52:08 GMT -5
Tia
Every single day of my life, the day had started with a bad smell. The manure from the plot of land outside. It wasn’t that I didn’t like things that grew. I knew that the food my family and all the other farming families grew kept everyone in Paradisia alive and that that was important. I just didn’t understand why in nearly 20 generations of my family, we had not moved up beyond the lowest rung of the vertical city ladder. There was an entire world above us that we only ventured so far as the lower middle class level. It was so unfair that my family would subject me to the torment of the bottom level of the city for the sake of family heritage. Well I wasn't about to be proper about it.
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Post by dreamwriter on Jan 3, 2011 13:51:36 GMT -5
Bryan
My family has inhabited the top level of the city forever... or so it seems to me. My mother, the queen, insists that I have to find a wife, so "bring on the parties". Her words, not mine. I'd do anything to stay away from the chick parties but my mom has different feelings. But then, she hasn't seen the mounds of unopened fan mail in my bedroom (I stuffed it all under my bed). But no matter what I do, I don't want to be a prince. I've never done anything worthwhile in my life! I don't want to be characterized as the distant king who takes his pick of the best the bottom level can provide and the devil's to pay. I've concocted a plot but I'm not about to commit it to any type of readable media until AFTER it works. No chance I'd let mom know what I plan.
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Post by dreamwriter on Jan 4, 2011 14:04:05 GMT -5
Tia
I can't believe that my mom decided it would be good for me to go to a party. I AM NOT A PARTY PERSON!!!!!! Why doesn't she understand that? I would rather shovel the manure for the fields all day than go to a party with a whole bunch of girls. Worse yet, the prince is going to be there, with his mother, trying to find a prospective bride. But that could give me the out I need. With all the girls vying for the prince's attention (and his hand in marriage) Mom won't be able to keep track of me. Now that I think about it, it seems more and more as though mom wants to move up in the world too. But I want to be able to do that on my own, not through marriage.
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Post by dreamwriter on Jan 7, 2011 13:41:01 GMT -5
Bryan The day of the dreadful girl party had arrived, and of my liberation. Dressing some of my servant’s livery, I put my own finery over it. Mother said that there would be other eligible men at the party, providing ample distraction for many of the girls, but the last time she said that, I was swamped and the men left in a huff.
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Post by dreamwriter on Jan 18, 2011 14:23:58 GMT -5
Tia The Party is sort of OK. I mean, if a whole bunch of screaming, fainting girls can possibly be considered good. I said this to my mom for HER sake, not mine. My only purpose here was to get away, and boy will I. As soon as the rest of the girls mob the prince, I escaped out a door behind the refreshment table.
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Post by dreamwriter on Jan 20, 2011 14:19:06 GMT -5
Bryan Apparently I wasn't the only one with the idea of escaping at the party. Just as I left the party, I ran into, literally, a girl that I'd seen briefly. "I beg your pardon," I whispered.
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Post by dreamwriter on Jan 21, 2011 14:12:59 GMT -5
Tia i didn't exactly recognize the cute guy I ran into but he looked somewhat familiar. I'd probably seen him gathering food for the palace at our farm, based on his clothing. It was elegant, even for servant livery. "It's alright. You couldn't have known I was standing out here." Suddenly the door began to open again. "Run."
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 7, 2011 14:15:18 GMT -5
Bryan The strange girl pulled me into a run...and I didn't argue. I had a feeling that it was Mother searching for me behind that door. And I wasn't about to get caught before I'd even gotten started on my journey.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 17, 2011 14:04:44 GMT -5
Tia I pulled him around several corners until I was sure that there was no way the person could possibly see us. Then I turned random corners to discourage anyone following. As it turned out, the boy and I ended up in front of a door that said: CAUTION THIS DOOR LEAD TO THE OUTSIDE.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 22, 2011 13:39:25 GMT -5
Bryan The strange girl had finally stopped, giving me the chance to catch my breath. Then I caught sight of the door. It mentioned the Outside, a term I’d only heard in the higher circles referring to the holo-chamber where Earth’s atmosphere beyond the city was simulated the way it had been nearly a thousand years before, before the cities had gone vertical and become self-contained. It was also a term referring to location, such as outside my room or outside the closet. “What is that supposed to mean, and why is there a warning?” I asked the strange girl.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 22, 2011 13:39:49 GMT -5
Tia “That’s a door to Earth, outside the city. I’ve heard of these doors, but I’ve never actually seen one.” I gazed at it, marveling at the possibilities I knew existed beyond it. But going Outside meant being cut off from the city. I wasn’t sure if I wanted that.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 22, 2011 13:40:07 GMT -5
Bryan A door…to Earth? The possibility was electrical to my woefully inept knowledge of anything outside of politics. The castle wasn’t the best place to learn things that were really useful to everyday life, especially of the people I was supposed to rule over one day. “Let’s go,” I said excitedly and to my utter shock, I took her hand and dragged her through the door.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 22, 2011 13:40:23 GMT -5
Tia I’d been expecting a wasteland Outside, so it came as a surprise to me to see a valley of trees waving in the breeze. I didn’t even realize when the heavy door to the Outside closed behind us. I was taken by the tall, waving grass that stretched from the bottom of the stairs in every direction. Wild flowers that I’d only read of displayed their brilliant colors to whoever saw them. I desperately wanted to go frolic in their midst, but held back lest my odd companion think me crazy.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 22, 2011 13:40:40 GMT -5
Bryan I realized that I didn’t know this strange girl’s name, and she probably didn’t know mine, or she would have been all over me. I didn’t want her to freak out over me, but if we were going to be together for a while, which I guessed we would, considering the door had closed and locked behind us, it would better to know what to address each other as rather than “boy” or “girl”. “This is a bit late, and better late than never, but my name is Bryan.”
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 22, 2011 13:40:55 GMT -5
Tia “I’m Tia. Wait. I knew I’d seen you before! You’re the crown prince.” Now I was officially scared. No one dared to cross the royal family. I tried without any luck, to open the door. The only thing I got was a tumble onto my butt. “Do you have any idea what they could do to me? They’ll try me for kidnapping of the Royal family, even though technically speaking, you kidnapped me. Do you know what they do to people suspected of crimes against the royal family? Execute first and investigate later! If they were mistaken, they give the family of the deceased monetary restitution. I could get my head cut off, or hanged, or the firing squad for being anywhere near you!”
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