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    dots Submission Name: Analogy of Boysdots

    Author: twistedchick
    ASL Info:    18/girlie/utah
    Elite Ratio:    1.57 - 14/58/73
    Words: 282
    Class/Type: Story/Them
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    dotsAnalogy of Boysdots

    A boy walks into a toy store and finds the best looking toy. He quickly buys it and takes it home, promising all the way there how much fun that little toy is going to have together. Everyday the boy would take his toy out and show it off to all the other boys who were really jealous and tried to take the toy home. But the boy wasnt going to let them, so he kept the toy hidden in his house where only he could see it. After Playing with the toy every single day and never letting it be alone, the boy became bored with it. He started ignoring it and when he would take the toy out he would let his friends play with the toy till he had to return home. After a few weeks of these the toy started to break, pieces of it were falling off, even the other boys no longer wanted to play with it...they left it in the dirt while they played with other toys. Finally the boy didnt want anything to do with the toy anymore, and he threw it into the trash. The toy was no longer any use, all the promises of friendship forever and to take care of it were lies to make the toy stay around. So when he started playing with other toys, this toy felt lonely and betrayed. This toy finally noticed that she was being used...this girl finally was abused enough to total breakdowns...thats why she was thrown away...she had no more of that fun loving carefree nature left in her broken heart. She was just a toy, something to be played with till broken....

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      i really like this the story, the analogy, everything it was very vivid, and im sorry to say that this is the truth as deep as i can ever be i still have the argent traits of man that i have to try to look passed and not act on.

    but an answer is in your piece; why did the toy never ask for some shelf time (alone time). it seems to me that the boy and the toy both were infatuated with the lust for one another to a point of ignorant bliss. boy being young, naive and passionate towards the shiniest thing around and the toy who's existence is souly to be the giver of joy, entertainment and attention. the boy did not break the toy the toy broke itself after realizing the boy was just a boy and did not deserve the pedestal she gave him. you cant blame a rock for being a rock but you can blame yourself for thinking otherwise. as obvious as that probably is it was not expressed in this piece and should be edited into it later either but the moral of my statement is how can this happen to a toy who was able to see all this unfold? how shiny was the boy to be able to pull the wool over your eyes you super toy!. thanks for writing this, i really enjoyed it. sorry for such a long comment i figured id make up for the lack of comments on your other pieces lol jk

    | Posted on 2010-10-27 00:00:00 | by Cure | [ Reply to This ]
      Nice analogy, I like the similarity, but she is always better than just a toy. And any 'player' isn't worth her time or her respect, so nice piece but my question was it original?
    | Posted on 2009-06-11 00:00:00 | by Doublefeather | [ Reply to This ]

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