Fic of the original sort: Revolution (noun), G
Title: Revolution (noun)
Author: V.M. Bell
Summary: No, not apple-red or candy-cane-red. Such hues are reserved for lesser ideals.
Word Count: 261
Rating: G
Author's Notes: This week's English theme involved writing an extended definition for an abstract noun. Rather predictably, I chose revolution. Doubtless I'm going to add a proper introduction for this so that I'm not docked points on this, but in my mind, this piece is finished.
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Revolution is the color of red. No, not apple-red or candy-cane-red. Such hues are reserved for lesser ideals. Revolution is the color of resistance-red, of heady-liberation-red, of wrathful-baptism-red. When the People charge down their oppressors, their rebel yells are painted in red. When the flag of the common man’s victory flutters from every building, every statue, every edifice, it flutters in red. Red is the human spirit declaring independence. Red is the greatest treason or the trusted confidant. Thus, revolution is red.
Revolution never speaks. It screams, it proclaims itself from the ceilings of the world, but it does not speak as mere mortals do. The People struggle not for themselves but for the whole of humankind. Any tyranny is shared tyranny. Any revolution is shared revolution. In the face of the universal enemy, all previous distinctions - nationality, class, gender, race, age - disintegrate into the dust and stale air of the past. The united front marches and calls, always on behalf of the greater, much greater good. Thus, revolution never speaks.
Revolution, however, lies on a fault line of paradox. Utterly idealistic, it is deafeningly realistic. Utterly liberating, it is blackly repressive. Utterly freethinking, it is mercilessly reactionary. Revolution is a construction of two opposite truths existing side by side, each prolonging the other. The two-faced dialectic, the traitor and the exponent in one, revolution is the best of all worlds as well as the worst. Revolution is mankind’s only hope and mankind’s death sentence. Yet through all of this, one statement belies the revolutionary paradox: in revolution, all is possible.
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It's 1:30 in the morning, so naturally, I'm hungry. I shall grab something out of the fridge - if I eat any more chocolate, I'll be sick (though that really wouldn't be so bad, would it?) - and eat it while I study calc. the electric blanket on my bed can heat up, I'll shower, and with luck, I shall be in bed before three.
Am I going insane?
Signing off, V.M. Bell
Author: V.M. Bell
Summary: No, not apple-red or candy-cane-red. Such hues are reserved for lesser ideals.
Word Count: 261
Rating: G
Author's Notes: This week's English theme involved writing an extended definition for an abstract noun. Rather predictably, I chose revolution. Doubtless I'm going to add a proper introduction for this so that I'm not docked points on this, but in my mind, this piece is finished.
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Revolution is the color of red. No, not apple-red or candy-cane-red. Such hues are reserved for lesser ideals. Revolution is the color of resistance-red, of heady-liberation-red, of wrathful-baptism-red. When the People charge down their oppressors, their rebel yells are painted in red. When the flag of the common man’s victory flutters from every building, every statue, every edifice, it flutters in red. Red is the human spirit declaring independence. Red is the greatest treason or the trusted confidant. Thus, revolution is red.
Revolution never speaks. It screams, it proclaims itself from the ceilings of the world, but it does not speak as mere mortals do. The People struggle not for themselves but for the whole of humankind. Any tyranny is shared tyranny. Any revolution is shared revolution. In the face of the universal enemy, all previous distinctions - nationality, class, gender, race, age - disintegrate into the dust and stale air of the past. The united front marches and calls, always on behalf of the greater, much greater good. Thus, revolution never speaks.
Revolution, however, lies on a fault line of paradox. Utterly idealistic, it is deafeningly realistic. Utterly liberating, it is blackly repressive. Utterly freethinking, it is mercilessly reactionary. Revolution is a construction of two opposite truths existing side by side, each prolonging the other. The two-faced dialectic, the traitor and the exponent in one, revolution is the best of all worlds as well as the worst. Revolution is mankind’s only hope and mankind’s death sentence. Yet through all of this, one statement belies the revolutionary paradox: in revolution, all is possible.
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It's 1:30 in the morning, so naturally, I'm hungry. I shall grab something out of the fridge - if I eat any more chocolate, I'll be sick (though that really wouldn't be so bad, would it?) - and eat it while I study calc. the electric blanket on my bed can heat up, I'll shower, and with luck, I shall be in bed before three.
Am I going insane?
Signing off, V.M. Bell