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    dots Submission Name: Return to Lifedots
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    Author: brokenroses
    ASL Info:    17/m/indiana
    Elite Ratio:    3.93 - 191/192/62
    Words: 629
    Class/Type: Story/Society
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    Description:
       this one is about not getting caught up in the pleasures of the world and the pleasures of the wealthy. to just sit back and enjoy the simple. i am also not happy with the title. i dont like it. any suggestions?


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    dotsReturn to Lifedots
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         I walked down the carpeted corridor and felt the crimson cloth give way beneath my weathered soles. To the left, fine paintings of all the finest royalty, and to the right, dead forests screaming to be saved. The hallway stretched as far as the eye could see, and death loomed far in the distance. Quite a sight, it was, to join the frightful forests to the riches of royalty, and I was honored just to be a part of this.
         The penguins came to usher me away from their black tie affairs and their stuffed banquets, but I ran too far for their black penguin eyes to see. I ran for days and passed no souls. My treacherous trek wore itself on my tiresome soul, but onward I pressed. Out I came to a crossing of corridors and a clamor of canes.
         Rich men with important duties scurry scattered in every which direction, and I could almost make out their muttered mumbles of meaningful matters. The cries of the poor came from every which direction, and starving artists begged shamelessly on every corner of every crossing.
         Finally I met at the heavy wooden door which held me in from the mountains outside. The promised protrusions were only a lie, because no such did exist. I sat, saddened on the porch, and collected my shaken soul. My tears stained the steps of the stoop, and a beautiful young bride-to-be came to stop my sorrowed stature.
         Together we left, and after many years of joy, we came once more to the Kingdom of Crisis. We came to be jubilantly joined in holy matrimony. No tears did flow, but the stains of my previous sorrow still stung brightly on the cement structure. The pains of prior praise still stabbed deep within my heart, and will live forevermore in the mind of the maniac.
         For years we lived with her in my heart, and I in hers. One day in so clever a fireside chat we had, she made melancholy mention of returning to riches. Tears of great sadness did sting my cheeks, but feeling much obliged to fulfill the whims of my love, we severed our simple life and joined the ranks of the wealthy.
         Upon return to the men with canes and coins and careless eyes, my pain deepened. My longing for the lakes and lagoons became ever the more persistent. No longer could I continue with the charades and lies and pitiful paradise. The riches burned holes in my velvet pockets, the chocolate rotted pits in my stomach and marred my taste for the divine, the suits bore down heavily upon my shoulders, and the joy sank like a stone from my heart.
         I left my love like a bullet from a gun. She continued her life in the lap of luxury as I sought for my simple spot in space. The pengiuns recalled my frightful face and chased me far from the Kingdom, but I hold no qualms for those pitiful protectors. The beaked beasts bade me never return to the chaotic kingdom, and I quietly continued upon my path.
         I built for myself a humble hut of grass and mud. Not much time would pass before my wife returned, tired of lies and prying eyes. Many a day passed beneath the simple sun with work to do and love like new, that I lost all track and slipped of my age. Her gentle face turned down, and her supple back slooped low, but the simple life kept true, and she lives still today. The simple life kept true, and we live still today.




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