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 | Misapprehended Hourglass |
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| Created: 2009-11-11 21:56:54 |
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Creative Writing assignment - part of our etymology project. My word was evil, which comes from the Old English word 'yfel', meaning wicked or terrible. We had to write a (fiction, if that's not already obvious) story about how we thought the word might have come about.
My story involved a time machine and a paradox.
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Misapprehended Hourglass
She was told not to touch it – but who would know? It’s not like she’d break it. She wouldn’t even move it from its spot! She grinned, running her finger lightly – very lightly, so as not to leave a smudge – around the edge. Looking from side to side, she slipped into the seat and quickly shut the door, giddy. She had never broken the rules before. She started the silent engine – okay, so what? She knew what she was doing. Without thinking, she entered a random time and pressed the green button without hesitation. ‘It’s so amazingly simple…’ was her last thought.
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“What is it?”
“It simply appeared!”
“It is a symbol from God!”
“No – from Satan. I feel it – a dark aura…”
Twenty voices at once. Twenty different ideas to explain how – why – this thing, whatever it was, had appeared out of nowhere. None could agree, of course, and naturally none would get nearer the object. Ten feet was plenty close enough to observe it.
Their discussion continued, going back and forth, until it popped open with a click that scared them back another ten feet. To their amazement, a child walked out of the thing, holding her head as though slightly dizzy.
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“Whoa. I feel like I was knocked inside the head with a baseball mitt!” To her, this made perfect sense, although whether it was because she was so disoriented or because it was just a saying she used, nobody knows. As odd as it sounds to us, however, is nothing compared to how odd it sounded to the people who had gathered to stare at the strange contraption that had appeared from nowhere. The crowd gasped and took yet another step back. Not only did this thing carry a person, a person who seemed just as ordinary as they other than her odd attire, but this person spoke, and spoke a language that, while familiar-sounding, was not known to them. Their neighbors spoke with odd accents, certainly, but the words themselves were familiar, and that is what mattered.
“Garaionjdoi aisdlhfoin?” One said. Or at least, that’s what it sounded like to her.
“Huh?” She said and blinked once sleepily: universal language meaning ‘sorry, what?’ But they didn’t seem to understand.
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“Does she not understand?” Asked one.
“Obviously not.” Said another.
“Hmm… allow me to try.” A woman volunteered, thinking that perhaps she, as another female, could understand the girl. She approached her, her shovel thoughtlessly dragged on the ground. “Hello?” She asked, gesturing and, without noticing, pointed her shovel at the girl in an almost threatening way. Or at least, that was how the girl saw it. She jumped to her feet and lashed out, stumbling backwards. The crowd flinched
“Don’t hurt me!” They didn’t understand, and now thought her dangerous, as in her blind lashing she accidentally knocked the shovel out of the woman’s hand and almost impaled another person with it. The crowd gasped and took yet another step back (not very creative, are they?). She ran back to the time machine and was clumsily climbing inside when the shovel scraped her shoulder – not a lethal cut, but by no means shallow. She flinched and yelled at them, knowing by now they couldn’t understand her but needing to get it out somehow.
“You’re evil – evil people!” She went to shut the door and screamed one last time: “Evil!” before setting her destination and swearing to herself that she would take no more unauthorized trips.
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The people stood still, staring at the spot where the object, with the girl inside, had disappeared.
“What a vicious creature!” A person murmured, still in slight shock.
“Yfel?” One asked, repeating what it sounded like the girl had said.
“Yes.” Another said. “She was yfel.” |
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