01:44pm: April 23, 4095
I woke up early today to the soft singing of soaring birds above my head. Mother and Father were down by the creek, along with big brother and baby Sister. I walked through the feild of billowing green grass, where Arabian horses roamed freely. Once at the creek I went with brother to the hen house to gather eggs to trade at the market for dinner. On our island, everything is trade, a sheep for a cow. Four eggs for a fresh tunic. Right now I have down time, waiting for baby sister to finish nap so I can begin her lesson on sowing, her chosen specialy.
06:14am, December 4, 4098
My life is awful. Dreadfully awful. I was woken up by the ear peircing squawks of the horrendous birds in the sky. Older Sister and big Brother have my schedule packed with specialty lessons. Fishing, wood carving, animal hearding, the list never ends. I am only ten and I have changed my specialty fifteen times. I have drilled a hole in my thumb, killed three sheep and a chicken, and I managed to knock over the tool shed. Nobody, in the history of this tiny island has taken this long to find their specialty. I am not made for here. I am planning to leave on a small boat bother made to sell at the market.
A note from the author: While pondering the perfect society idea, I couldn't get over the fact that a place might work well for one and not for another. So in this, you read both the middle child and the baby sister's journal entrys in this perfect, or not so perfect society. It was challanging to stop writing at a paragraph, so I am considering keeping this going, maybe into a short story or a novel.
I thought it was clever how you managed to fit a utopia and a dystopia in the same setting! I also really liked your storyline, and I'm interested in reading the rest of your novel! Let me know when your finish your story.
ReplyDeleteVivid details here Maggie, and I am with Claire, you should keep int going!
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