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Abgeschlossene Geschichte, Zuerst veröffentlicht Dez. 19, 2022
This is a short story I wrote for my final paper in my philosophy of evil class! We had to create our own society and illustrate how evil is conceptualized within it. I based my society on the biological mechanisms of Celiac disease, which I have. Basically, gluten triggers an immune response when consumed. The immune system perceives gluten as a threat and attacks it and the wall of the small intestine. This damages the wall and the digestive system's ability to properly absorb nutrients, which can have lasting effects on the body. In addition, the damaged wall leaves an opening that allows more gluten to enter and sustain this positive feedback loop. There's a lot of fancy science jargon to explain all that, but essentially that response cycle is what I used as the basis for my society. Enjoy!
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"Who are you?" I demand. The boy in front of me replies, "That's not how this works, love." I freeze. That phrase. That voice. It can't be. I look up but he's just a cloaked silhouette. The rustling stops when boys surrounding us step from their hiding spots and light lanterns. Every single one of them masked and cloaked. Except the one in front of me. The lamps lit, and I see his face. "Whoa," slips from my lips as I stare at the boy in front of me. His eyes widen and his jaw almost, just almost, drops. With his guard down for that one instant I lose all fear and gain control. "You!" I yell suddenly overflowing with anger. My stomach heats with rage. I fight to stand, stronger this time with anger as fuel. He backs up, his breath increasing. Obviously, uneasy, I take it as a win and almost stand all the way. "You. What are you doing here? How did you find this place!" He switched to angry. "You! You're the reason! They put me back because of you! It was all cause of you! It was your fault! All of it!" I'm so angry I yell only what I can. My thoughts flying through my head I can only yell unexplained nonsense. I've never felt anger like this before. The red glow lightly pours off my own skin and I take notice to it. I compare it to the glow coming off of him. Suddenly, it's an instinct to allow the anger to explode and in doing so the red glow is taken from his chest as I absorb it all and throw it out in all directions. I yank down away from the boy holding me just as the red glow gets sucked from him, absorbed into my hands, and then thrown out in a sphere of red glow. All boys stumbling but not by much and the one holding me gets knocked back, I'm free. "You die now, Peter Pan!"