His arms and legs were thin and there was always something in his eyes.
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His skin was littered with dirt that had practically become part of him, crawling with insect companions.
With his hair rugged and its length reaching to his ankles, he curled up in a ball within the darkness. The boy could barely remember the glimmering light from the sun outside within his dark prison. Because in the end, if the boy had even just a few of the answers you wanted about this city of Omelas, that was enough. Survive, even if it means breaking the rules. You finally gathered the courage needed to find out for yourself. At least he was the honest type who hesitated when it came to lying.īut the question about the existence of that boy would end today. What was the point of having everything when something so small seemed impossible to possess? He smiled instead, ushering you back upstairs to take care of your brother.īut why? What was so important that he needed to hide?Ī sigh escaped from your lips as you managed your way through the dark, aimlessly touching around to figure out your surroundings. You seemed to own everything you could imagine in the world, but for some reason, withholding this information made all of those possessions worthless. In fact, this was probably the first time he hesitated to answer you at all. “Father, why did you decide to keep the boy in our house?” After years of growing up and learning more about the world around you, about what it means to be mature and making sacrifices, maybe you could understand a bit more now. But looking back, the memory made you embarrassed. It was enough to scare you at the time and make sure that you never asked again. “Because something bad would happen to all of us, _.” Your father chuckled, stroking your head and sighing. So spoiled rotten that the only thing you could ask your father was why the boy didn’t just get up and leave. However, it was a puzzling scenario for you to envision when you were younger. If that boy lived underneath your home, did that make you a bad person for letting him rot captive, or did that make you as powerful as this god?
Those who discovered the truth about the boy took value in the happiness within the city of Omelas, living each day with gratitude. The city, known for its infectious happiness, carried this secret. He made these beautiful skies, perfect weather, and the smiles on everyone’s faces. If you believed in a superior being, then maybe that boy was what you would call a god. Nobody would imagine that the boy was beneath your feet, that he was living under your roof, trapped in the darkest and deepest part of the house.Īnd it was within that dark cellar in the utopian city of Omelas, where the unfortunate boy lived for the many. That there had to be something there.īut with your bright smile, you greeted your neighbors. You understood at a young age that your father or brother would go downstairs to the cellar with food and water. It began with odd behaviors carried out by your father, your only parent. Was it some kind of ritual? Well, that description wasn’t entirely wrong, you thought.īut you knew all your life. It was early enough to not warrant any suspicion in the house you lived in, and the perfect time when everything stood still, motionless, even as you crept around the dark hallway, making your way downstairs to the cellar.Īlthough some of the people in the metropolis city of Omelas knew of the supposed rumor of its prosperity, it was still mainly mysterious. The first time you disobeyed, it was at 3 am. Trigger warnings: isolation, yandere themes, kidnapping, physical violence, and blood. Would you believe me if I told you that boy lived his whole life in the basement of your house?
But even if some knew the ‘how’ of the creation of Omelas, not everyone knew ‘where’. Summary: Everyone knows about Omelas, the beautiful utopic city with perfect skies and the smiles of thousands.
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