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Little wonder we stumble in life.


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Six Sentence Sunday – Symmetry

There was something so attractive about it. He held out his hand, and I took it, ready to take the leap. I was scared, but I couldn’t admit it, even to myself.

I wanted it. That was something else I couldn’t admit.

There was symmetry between us, our desires melded into one, as we stepped into the abyss.

Six Sentence Sunday.


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The Ivan Project, #30

She couldn’t erase the memory.

Her grandfather in his dingy little room, glaring at her with that determination. The blaze that jumped from his hand, to kill himself — or to kill her.

Why would someone so old even bother with suicide? Why, after a full life? More importantly, did anyone care?

Most suicidals don’t think anyone would, including her. She had to know…

She moved slowly through space like it would catch her, dazed by the tragic mourners. Why did they care about someone so old? Wasn’t his time coming, anyway? Surely, there could be no love left for someone so passed his prime?

Yet here was the proof. Somehow, something in him had still lived in their hearts, some lingering identity.

None of them knew his death could be anything other than senility and a forgotten cigarette light. She knew better.

People kept asking her what happened. She kept lying.

His last moment remained secret. She could’ve saved him. She didn’t, because she knew how it felt to want to die.

Even knowing, she still wanted it.

She didn’t want anyone to stop her, either. The last thing she wanted was all those judging faces from a failed attempt.


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Trifecta – Pulling Through

This week, the trifecta challenge was to build upon another 33 word challenge I’ve done before. Here’s the one I chose to follow on:

“I’m gonna count to three,” her mother warned. ”One…”

“No way, I’m not gonna… lalalalalalalaLALALALALALA–”

“Three.”

She paused, under the spell of three. She squeezed her eyes shut, crying. “Never.”

“What happened?”

“Hit.”

Her mother’s eyes melted. “Who hit you?”

“Dad.” Her lips trembled, terrified.

“Oh, honey…”

How could he do this? Hit a defenseless child? Her blood boiled.

“It’s gonna be alright…”

He was gonna pay.


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The Ivan Project, #29

“You have to try this shot,” Ajit said.

She looked in Ajit’s face. His brown eyes were mischievous. He was such a dork, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t party… in his living room.

It was amazing, a delicious, head-spinning rush. “Oh my god, that’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted!”

“I know, right!” cried Ajit in return. “Hey, I know, let’s get Donny to try it!”

Ajit was trying to get everyone in the apartment to try this shot. And really, it was no wonder. Surely even Donny, who was uptight and refused to even touch alcohol, would at least have to admit that much.

“No,” said Donny.

“Aw, come on,” said Ajit, holding up the jello shot in a rubber cupcake wrapper, having run out of glasses. He sucked up half. “Here, now try it.”

He still refused.

Sharon grabbed the shot. “Maybe a little less…?” She sucked up most of the rest, leaving a  film of the red happy face drink behind. She handed it to Donny.

He looked down into it warily. He sucked it up. “It’s not bad.”

“Yeah!” Ajit and Sharon high-fived.

“Another one!” cried Ajit.

They were gonna get him so drunk… Sharon smirked mischievously.


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The Ivan Project, #28

Looking back on the last century, Angus wondered how people could be such bigots in such recent history.

Of course, just like in 2000, the TV was full of specials celebrating and commenting on the 21st century. 2012 was considered the turning point in this new era; even though it was still rife with injustices, there was a global parliamentary rule that finally began to turn the tides. By 2042, the civil injustices were gone.

At least, that’s what he learned from watching one of the specials that were running everywhere on TV. 2100, the start of a new century.

And he was named after a McDonald’s burger. How was that moving forward?


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Friday Fictioneers – Peace and Chaos

She stepped up the stone staircase, looking around in appreciation. “It’s beautiful here, so peaceful…”

“Yeah, but it’s usually packed for the autumn viewing festival. Glad it’s summer. And for this shade.”

She looked back at Sandra. “What’s the autumn viewing festival?”

“You haven’t heard of it? In autumn, when the leaves turn different colours, Japanese flock from all around to sit under the autumn trees and see them. It’s usually chaos trying to find a spot. If you don’t plan, you might have to try several different parks.”

“Wow. I can’t imagine chaos in this place.”

“Come back in autumn,” said Sandra.

I’ve been looking for an excuse to go back to the Friday Fictioneers.


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How traditional morals have fucked up society

This article struck me both in personal choices and sexuality, both as an atheist and a feminist.

And the writer of this article is right; at the very least, I do view sexuality as dirty and shameful. In my case, it’s hypersensitive, extending even to pregnancy, however essential it is to the human race, relationships and displays of affection.

Although I (quite happily) don’t really act upon sexuality or relationships, I do still think they’re a relevant point.

In our culture, there is an imbalance of sexual attitudes. In the media, society is sex-obsessed. Yet, and especially towards females, we see it as shameful. I wonder if anyone’s ever written an entire blog post about the psychology of oxymorons, because it sounds like an one to me.

The attitudes in sexual attitudes, both above and in rape culture, is as old as the bible; it’s a traditional value. And it has created an indulgent contempt for sexuality.

Recently, I saw this report about the baby bonus and Caltex supporting women — new moms — in the workforce. They had brought in a range of measures to keep these women in the workforce, in order to save money. Like allowing gay marraige on the registrar, it’s win/win.

It’s an interesting issue, because the last my family and I talked about the baby bonus, my parents — especially my dad — argued that it wasn’t fair; that they hadn’t had help with their childcare, and that they were coddling the new generation.

Maybe you’re wondering, “Shouldn’t any generation want the new generation to have it better?” Not in the current climate; young adults nowadays are seen as too spoiled, unprepared for how much worse they would have it if they hadn’t been born into today.

It isn’t true of everyone, speaking from Generation Y. More important in this debate though, is that the new measures, from what I can see, are in fact strengthening society.

It seems feminist practices are better for the economy. In fact, I would suggest that most moral rights are better for the economy and for society — and those moral rights do not come from traditional values.

If traditional values actually came from a positive history, I would disagree. But in reality, society’s moral history is shady and misled. Our civilisation is still evolving, after all.

Of course, then there are personal issues, which are both inclusive and exclusive of all these other issues.

I think this is one type of issue that everyone can relate to, no matter what their lives and minds are like. Morals and choices are unique to everyone. For example, the choice whether to marry, and when.

What is reasonable to one person is naive to another. One thing mentioned in the article that inspired this post is that when government money is going toward telling people to just wait until marriage, we are literally funding an idea that has never worked in all of human history, instead of supporting tried-and-true policies that could mitigate the harm of a sex-obsessed, but pleasure-starved, culture.

Of course, I’m sure traditionalists consider their beliefs to be “tried-and-true”, but the basic point of this quote is really what I’m going for.

It is interesting to think of good, moral choices as one strict formula. One good choice, compared to a variety of everything else… it’s not quite that simple, of course. There is always the complication of the little things that make your mind up, or the little parts match into your life.

However, if there is one good choice, the must also be one bad choice; the worst mistake. Something, apparently, that hasn’t worked in all of human history.

How then did the idea survive? The author didn’t supply any sources that must’ve lead her to that conclusion, so I don’t really know even the history she meant that it has never worked…

Of course, sex after marriage isn’t the only (religious) traditional value that has resulted in a fucked society.

Another immoral practice garnered from traditional values is circumcision, though I’m sure it doesn’t quite carry the same issues as premarital sex. Still, it’s certainly still problematic to society’s moral perceptions.

According to the article: It turns out that feminist values – not “traditional” ones – lead to the most stable marriages. And feminist views plus later marriage typically equals premarital sex.

But in these two simple sentences, I see yet another context. Morality in religion is something I’ve long questioned, ever since I became an atheist. Modern modes of morality have survived to the present day from religion, so it’s a very valid topic.

Religious people, even Hillsong people, are traditional. Hell, even people who believe in astrology are traditional.

Which isn’t to say there is anything wrong with traditional. I get traditional. Traditionalism’s fine, until you stop growing because you’re still clinging to old ideas that no longer make sense.

It’s only when I examine certain traditional thoughts that I reject it, out of the morality and respect that should be present in all of us.

When Darwin wrote his Origin of Species, he labelled it “provisional”. What this meant was that it wasn’t complete, and if a school of thought ever evolved to prove it wrong, then it was wrong, and we should move on.

I think all thought should be provisional, until it’s proven itself unequivocally true.

Because that’s how we learn, that’s how we grow. And it’s clear that we still have room to grow. We haven’t completely grown yet intellectually, and after all, isn’t that what life is?

You either change for the better, or for the worse. You never stay the same. Life is a journey… and that’s one thing that hasn’t been disproved.