The Cruel Presents

Option 6:1

I was in a sewer for until I was seven. I was living down in the sewer with my family. What was I doing living in a sewer? Well, my family decided it was the best way to escape the city life. We had abnormalities and we were ridiculed from it. They had heard the sewer water would send immortality. You had to the pressed flower that was the key the immortality. Both combined would give us time to be able to have a good life. I had really never seen the light of day before, just darkness. it was fine for me, I didn't want to see these horrible city livers. I was sure that we lived below Tokyo, it was big and fun to explore. I wasn't aloud to explore often. It was dangerous.2

"Momma? Are you sure that this water and this pressed flower will give us IMMORTALITY? It sounds so... wonderful!" I was awed that we could live forever! Even though I was on a seven year-old sewer Japanese girl, I understood was all this meant. It meant we could put revenge on these horrid people. I was deformed by the sewer water but it was also by what those people did to us. My Momma explained everything. My Momma said very happily and confidently, "Why yes Meila, I'm sure that this will give us unlimited life! We can do this, but only if we put our mind to it." I was smiling ear to ear. I loved hearing Momma say that. My Momma dimmed down and said very suttle, "Now Meila, you make sure you stay safe. You know how dangerous it is under here. Now go on to bed. Keep an eye out though!" I rolled my eyes knowing she'd say that. I knew what life gave us down here. I headed down to the lower level of the sewer to my bed that was put there for me.  It was close to Momma and Daddy's. They wanted me as safe as possible.3

Several days later, we finally were able to get what we thought was immortality. Another family lived down here with us. They were very mean. They never believed in what we did. We always hid from them. We didn't want them to know about our discovery. They would nag us about it. 4

We got our pressed flower and sewer water and mashed them together. We were told to poor it on our head and it would act immediately. So we did so and tried to hurt each other. Just to see if it work. So we got a brick and chucked it at my Daddy's stomach. He fell backwards and ran to see him. He was bleeding badly. A corner hit his pelvis. Then all of a sudden, a light grew from his wound and healed him magically.  We smiled in delight and Momma cried with joy that it worked. My Daddy was crying because he was so thankful he was still living. I cried because I was thrilled about both.5

Our neighbors ran over to see what the loud bag was. They looked at Daddy suspiciously. "Why are you not hurt David? This is very odd." They said in a sly voice. My Daddy looked worried then quickly said, "Well... Claire?",he looked at Momma and she shook her head," I fell because one of the giant rats threw this at me and... it hit me flat on my pelvis. So it did no damage." They looked at us very oddly and nodded their heads slowly. They bought it! They walked off and were whispering. My Daddy always had a wild imagination. We were smiling in delight.6

Our smiles dropped off our faces. All three of us were ageing by the hour. This DID give us immortality but it made us age! I started crying. They put their shoulder on mine and tried to make me feel better. Sooner or later we would look so old and be as weak as ever from our ageing.7

My head dropped down and I mumbled, "I better go to bed, by morning, I'll be a teenager." I walked off to bed and I heard my parents sobbing. There was nothing we could do. Immortality was impossible to get rid of. Plus, why would anyone want to get rid of it? It a couple of days we'd look like we died of old age. That next day, I lost my voice. My parents hadn't gotten their voice back. It was another cruel punishment.8

To this day I'm still living. I do live in the city now. But I'm so terribly old. My parents as well. They feel awful that I was never able to get a mate because of this. To this very second, I wish this never happened. I live in misery and despair that I and my parents as well, will live out all.9

Author notes

This is an odd story but it has to do with that you have to accept with what you've got, even if you are ridiculed. The ageing is a punishment ofr wanting immortality and having it.

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  • leannewales
    February 20, 2005
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    a very imaginative story you weaved here...with a moral message behind it....this was a difficult challenge and I appreciate your wonderful effort...thank you so much for the effort you put into writing for this contest...well done...leanne xxx


  • Kethry
    February 19, 2005
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    Excellent write here, I take it English isn't your first language in which case you've done very well to write as concisely and as neatly as you did. Sometimes it helps to use the spell check before you submit. Good luck in the contest.
    Edited on Feb 19, 4:04 p.m. because ''.