A novel I'm working on "Twins of a Lion"
Sometimes we sneak outside just to explore the woods.
She dares me to explore the mysteries of the outdoors.
She pushes me to overcome my fears of the dark.
Denise is the great inventor of games, the bold and
daring adventurer; my best and only real friend.
I am the passive one who gladly participates in her explorations. We know
each other so well and could read one anothers expression to
such an extent that words weren't necessary all the time.
We take refuge in the quiet understanding of communicating silently
because it takes no effort on our part to engage the other,
and no lies take place here. Now I could see her
looking at me scornfully. She is disappointed in my laziness
and is wondering why I'm still in bed.
"Just five more minutes."
I promise aloud. I am waiting for my morning erection
to subside before I get up.
Denise is standing in the doorway of the bathroom which adjoins our
bedrooms. Her hair glistens like gold from the sun's rays which rise
from my bedroom window. The color of her hair is ever changing.
In winter it turns to a dingy blond but in the summer pale gold
strands appeared. When her hair is wet it looks black. After she
washes it and it dries it dries, her hair takes on a lighter hue. But,
after a few days without washing it the strands grow darker again.
When she was a child her hair was almost white. My hair was the same.
Back then we looked more alike than we do now. Our hair color is
identical and our eyes are the same crystal blue shade.
But,everything else about us is different.
She pulls up her hair into a tightly woven bun and begins to
she hum "Herr Mannelig". Our mother used to sing this old
Swedish ballad when we were little. It was my favorite bed
time story as a kid because Mother would sing it onlywhen
she was in particularly good spirits. Often times she
was too glum to even smile. It has been that way ever
since father died.
I'm not sure if she was unhappy because of his death as
much as she had learned how to control her emotions better
after his departure. She often said that people are as strong
as the hardships that one must overcome. She further believed
that only a truly extraordinary person develops extraordinary
inner strength by sheer will and not out of necessity to carry
oneself out of the hardships that life imposes upon a person.
Her opinions on emotions were accepted as truth by the
Aryian nation. An ideal human does not succumb to the
desires of the world. An ideal person is logical and doesn't
allow petty emotions to cloud his/her judgment. Emotions
were for the weak who didn't or couldn't learn to contain them.
She prided herself on having self control above all else.
She prided herself on her courage even more than she prided
herself on being of pure Aryan blood. Her twinkling blue eyes
and smooth fair skin resembled a doll's face. Her Germanic
heritage had its beginnings in the Swiss Alps.
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As long as man continues to be the ruthless destroyer of lower living beings he will never know health or peace. For as long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other.
-Pythagoras
I hate writing this because of the nazi issues. But if I don't I feel as though I will wither up and die. How to get over the sickness which resides in humanity, in me? Puke it out on paper seems to be the only consolation. The nazi aspie issue plagues me.
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As long as man continues to be the ruthless destroyer of lower living beings he will never know health or peace. For as long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other.
-Pythagoras
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