I wrote this as a Unique way of looking at society. I will admit it does have a childish feel to it, I do feel there is a lot of truth to this story. I hope you all enjoy it.
There is a place called the Island of terrible things. Not far from where you are now. It is a place where dreams come to chose their final resting ground. A desolate grey land in which every day repeats itself. There is no need for one to aspire here, because here on the island of terrible things, your tomorrows mirror your yesterday. You are waken up by an ear piercing sounds of the creature named “El Reloj”. The Reloj determines the lives of the natives on the island. The sounds of the Reloj wakes the navitives, determines how long you have to eat, sleep, even see your family. All of the natives fear the Reloj, because anytime the Reloj gets hungry it will consume the Natives in a moments notice.
Also on the island there are no friendships. You see, on the island the streets and sidewalks are all partially flooded. Not by water but by a stream of a slimy substance that oozes through the streets, down from the hills of media mountain. What’s unique about this slime is it seeps into the pores of the Natives and controls the language and since media mountain produces very few valuable nutrients for their vocabulary and well being, the locals never learn how to handle proper relationships. But they do not fear for drowning, the water level stays very similar to the verbal content….shallow, and not enough to drown but just enough to be a nuisance.
Lastly on the island of terrible things you will notice there are no automobiles. The towns people have utilized a form of treadmill. The treadmill is slow and incapable of high speeds but it moves just enough so its owner knows there is movement, yet slow enough to prevent them to get there in a timely fashion. Unfortunately for the people of the island the treadmill was designed to keep its user occupied throughout the day enough so they feel they’ve been busy, while preventing them from every truly being productive in life. It also comes with a Tv that shows a face the yells and screams at the person driving the treadmill. He is call a “Ssob”. The Ssobs only purpose is to yell at the poor soul and tell him what he can and cant do. The Ssob’s and the Reloj have complete control over your life on the Island. The Ssobs are quite clever creatures. Every Friday they give the one on the treadmill a treat, that completely wipe’s his mind clean and the poor fool repeats himself every week for the rest of his life.
Now I know you want to feel bad for the people on the Island of Terrible things. Just doesn’t seem fair. The real tragedy of the story is all of the Natives are told exactly how to leave the island. You must pass through the squawking sea gulls of doubt, leaving comfort beach, and cross the sea of hard work, until you get to the Island of Prosperity. This island is just out of sight of Comfort beach so the natives don’t take the risk of working towards something that might not be there, others listen to the sea gulls and turn back. Sadly most of the people will spend their entire lives and die on the Island of terrible things. Simply because they will not do the work to get off the Island.