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An unusual premise
Jan. 1st, 2017 10:31 amTwo nights ago, on the verge of sleep and thinking of the deaths in my family, and idea for some sort of story (I suppose) came to me.
When a child dies before their time, the rest of the family's children would also be killed, because if one child was weak, then the rest shared their weakness.
Children were given a choice, however- they could request to be spared, which very few ever chose.
Because it turned out, being spared led to a fate worse than a quick death - former friends would no longer acknowledge the survivor; neither would the child's parents as they tried again to start a family without weakness.
Eventually, the survivor would beg for death. But it was never given.
Kind of dark, even for me. But now, what do I do with this?
When a child dies before their time, the rest of the family's children would also be killed, because if one child was weak, then the rest shared their weakness.
Children were given a choice, however- they could request to be spared, which very few ever chose.
Because it turned out, being spared led to a fate worse than a quick death - former friends would no longer acknowledge the survivor; neither would the child's parents as they tried again to start a family without weakness.
Eventually, the survivor would beg for death. But it was never given.
Kind of dark, even for me. But now, what do I do with this?
Winter is here.
It doesn’t matter what the calendar says; nor does it matter that the suggestion of an early winter was instead followed by weeks of weather refusing to put any wintery winterness in the world at large this year. Winter has come, and I have become grumpy at the sight. (OK – grumpier.)
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Winter is here.
It doesn’t matter what the calendar says; nor does it matter that the suggestion of an early winter was instead followed by weeks of weather refusing to put any wintery winterness in the world at large this year. Winter has come, and I have become grumpy at the sight. (OK – grumpier.)
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