B2MEM # 26 - Acting Out
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aearwen2And for this week's drabble, another entry from my B2MEM efforts:
Day #26 - Isengard
"Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel." - Alexander Pope
How would a character not allowed to express his or her thoughts, creativity, or opinion act out? Capture this in a story, poem or piece of art.
Acting Out
The bleat of a horn and crack of a whip were his signals, and he leaned into the task. Slowly he pushed on the section of heavy, wooden beam assigned to him, straining as his companions did.
It mattered not that he'd not eaten that day, or that he'd been waiting for his entire shift. The horn had blown, and it was time for the great Black Gates to open for the latest arrivals from the South and East.
It made his day to know that he could scuff little bits of gravel down onto the heads of those below.
"Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel." - Alexander Pope
How would a character not allowed to express his or her thoughts, creativity, or opinion act out? Capture this in a story, poem or piece of art.
The bleat of a horn and crack of a whip were his signals, and he leaned into the task. Slowly he pushed on the section of heavy, wooden beam assigned to him, straining as his companions did.
It mattered not that he'd not eaten that day, or that he'd been waiting for his entire shift. The horn had blown, and it was time for the great Black Gates to open for the latest arrivals from the South and East.
It made his day to know that he could scuff little bits of gravel down onto the heads of those below.
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