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Real Eyes Realize Real Lies
#WritcoStoryPrompt45
Write a story based on this famous excerpt from The Night Slowly Came by Kate Chopin:
I am losing my interest in human beings; in the significance of their lives and their actions. Someone has said it is better to study one man than ten books. I want neither books nor men; they make me suffer…
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He hadnn't been out of the house in over a week. A brief and cursory glance at the news before he left to check for any disasters or new regulations said it was anything but a mistake. There were over 1,400 more people sick just today in his state and well over a quarter million dead before a complete year had even passed. That was since they had officially started calling it a pandemic. Those numbers, of course, were just in the country he inhabited alone. Worldwide it was turning into what would be refered to as a disaster in planning for what he could only assume centuries if not eons to come. It wasn't so much that they didn't know what precautions to take and weren't trying to get people to do so but people were resistant to anything that even appeared like someone else telling them what they should do, especially whenever they had grown up fighting against exactly that.
He supposed that the main thing that surprised him about the day was the fact that there were actually people out in public wearing masks. Here in the heartland of America he lived among the sort of people who would not have their freedoms encroached upon. Weeks, perhaps months in all honesty, whenever he had gone out to eat, he had noticed that literally no one had masks on. It wasn't that people didn't understand the base concept of herd mentality, let alone immunity, what they missed was the fact that at it's base freedom entailed taking care of your fellow citizens and maintaining one's freedom while doing no harm to anyone else.
He could scarcely cast conjecture on the people closest to him, simple yet pure, whenever there were clear signs that people in the more...
Write a story based on this famous excerpt from The Night Slowly Came by Kate Chopin:
I am losing my interest in human beings; in the significance of their lives and their actions. Someone has said it is better to study one man than ten books. I want neither books nor men; they make me suffer…
°°°°°°°°°°
He hadnn't been out of the house in over a week. A brief and cursory glance at the news before he left to check for any disasters or new regulations said it was anything but a mistake. There were over 1,400 more people sick just today in his state and well over a quarter million dead before a complete year had even passed. That was since they had officially started calling it a pandemic. Those numbers, of course, were just in the country he inhabited alone. Worldwide it was turning into what would be refered to as a disaster in planning for what he could only assume centuries if not eons to come. It wasn't so much that they didn't know what precautions to take and weren't trying to get people to do so but people were resistant to anything that even appeared like someone else telling them what they should do, especially whenever they had grown up fighting against exactly that.
He supposed that the main thing that surprised him about the day was the fact that there were actually people out in public wearing masks. Here in the heartland of America he lived among the sort of people who would not have their freedoms encroached upon. Weeks, perhaps months in all honesty, whenever he had gone out to eat, he had noticed that literally no one had masks on. It wasn't that people didn't understand the base concept of herd mentality, let alone immunity, what they missed was the fact that at it's base freedom entailed taking care of your fellow citizens and maintaining one's freedom while doing no harm to anyone else.
He could scarcely cast conjecture on the people closest to him, simple yet pure, whenever there were clear signs that people in the more...
