A kind of repetition that is so repetitive it doesn't seem like repetition anymore
All of the other boys wore the same clothing
Had the same toys
Lived in identical houses
And were referred to exactly the same.
They had the same faces given to them to wear by unknown beings
And at school they learned the exact same things and were expected to get the exact same grades
Soon the boy began to wonder if they thought like him too.
When the boy looked around all he saw was a monotone world
He began to long for more than just grey
So he cut himself open with scissors so everyone could see
But they snatched him up and sew him back together with string
Eventually the boy stopped wanting to be anything at all.
5 comments:
I love the deep thought of it. I feel like this could be a story.
Interesting and confusing a good mix.
Wow, just wow. I love how you can interpreted this story any way you see fit.
Woah. I absolutely love this. This is so awesome because I finally have another person who thinks like me. I love the way you expressed the details of school and such. One thing you could work on is add some similes. Like give some descriptive words and stuff. But other than that, great work.
I loved how you said they sewed him back up with a string, kind of like a puppet.
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