It was the beginning (though no one had realized it yet), and he was hungry. He sat there naked below the tree, thinking of ways to get at its fruit. It was a perfectly ordinary tree, and it grew perfectly ordinary fruit, it was not forbidden and it contained no knowledge. It simply existed-- or so he thought-- to fill the hole in his stomach.
Showing posts with label Hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hope. Show all posts
Monday, October 18, 2010
Origin Stories
Labels:
Beginning,
Creation,
God,
Hope,
Short Story
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Destroy the Past to Save the Future
December 25, 1899, London:
The twin boys rushed down the stairs, stumbling over each other as they raced to the sparkling tree. They squealed with joy when their eyes fell upon the presents under the Christmas tree. Their eyes then fell upon the couch, where their parents sat with another man and woman.
The twin boys rushed down the stairs, stumbling over each other as they raced to the sparkling tree. They squealed with joy when their eyes fell upon the presents under the Christmas tree. Their eyes then fell upon the couch, where their parents sat with another man and woman.
Labels:
Christmas,
Greed,
Hope,
Philosophy,
Short Story
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