So yeah I just had this really random idea, so I decided to start off a story. Please give me feedback and please excuse the fact that I didn't bother to proofread.
I would like to start out with a joyful opening statement: Hello, my dearest Reader, my name is Audrey Eberstark. You can laugh at my silly German last name all you want, but it means "strong as a boar" and that's just how I am. Since we will obviously be getting to know each other quite well soon, I figured I should start with a formal introduction. Actually, scratch that; I am in no way, shape, or form a formal girl, and only you will get to know me. You, my Reader, I will no absolutely nothing about; I am quite narcissistic like that.
Back to what I was getting at, I will soon be taking you by the hand, and we will submerge and indulge into the deep waters of the strange world I live in and the strange things that I have experienced. Of course, I do live on Earth, not underwater. I'm just trying to use imagery. Anyway, just allow me to hold your hand like so, and make yourself comfortable because here is where story time begins, my friend.
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My knee is cut, and I am crying through stormy and cloudy blue eyes. Cautiously, I poke at the gash in my skin, and a thin trail of blood makes its way down my leg. Quickly, my tiny pink lips quiver. Then, there is the hand. It is beefy with long, skinny fingers, and they stroke my blond mop of curls. They wipe away the blood and the pain with extensive care, and I look up to see two kind stormy orbs just like mine staring down at me. These are a man's hands, and they are so warm, so gentle. Actually, they are rather loving, not made for destruction. I find this strange. Pale lips bend down and press against my forehead.
I bolt upright in bed and swim around in a sea of thick covers in order to find the surface. My lungs gasp for fresh air as I collect my words and formulate them into complete thoughts. Men are bad, and men cause war and destruction of humanity. That is the most important lesson taught in school, from day one. Stupid yet beneficial only when contained. Their only purpose that they serve in society is to donate what is needed to produce more children; besides that, they are kept in a confined facility in who-knows-where. The dream had a man, and men are bad, so, therefore, the dream was bad.
According to my tenth-grade history teacher, society has been like this for close to two hundred years, and our wonderful leaders, the Feminists, intend to keep it this way. Thanks to them, all of Earth has united under one nation as a whole planet. Obviously, I have never seen my father. In fact, I have never seen a man ever, and neither has any other person I know. Either way, I cannot help but let my mind hang on to the thought of the man's lips on my forehead; I linger around the idea of being with my father, hugging his waist, resting my sleepy head on his strong, broad shoulders.
Stop. Thoughts like these are prohibited. It is strictly stated that love between men and women leads to destruction, and, as much as I want to disbelieve it, I can't. There is no use in defying logic.