Rescue of the Child from Omelas

Rescue of the Child from Omelas

  • Submitted By: Vinam12
  • Date Submitted: 10/24/2013 2:23 AM
  • Category: English
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after much convincing from my neighbors to visit what everyone called "it" I went to see for myself. I couldnt stand there for more than what seemed like the longest minute of my life. I was overcome with sadness, sickening grief and disgust by what I saw. It just didnt make any sense that this is essential for the "happiness" and prosperity of our community. I could not live this life thriving on the misery and torture of an innocent child. This couldnt continue and i decided to take matters into my own hands despite the consequences. I packed a small bag, ready to leave this Omelas and never return. But i would not go alone. If i would be free so should the child. After midnight, I went to the house and like a thief in the knight i gently picked up the child and walked as fast i could out of Omelas. I carried his weak and frail body the entire way. he held onto me as if his body was absorbing all the strength and sustenance he was ever deprived of. I walked for miles and what seemed like days before stopping. after a long journey of searching for a place that felt warm and safe we found a home to settle and start our new lives. I soon discovered from locals that something horrific had happened to a town called Omelas. According to sources, the community became plaqued by calamities of every kind immediately after the time of our escape. the family who held the child captive was found that morning in their beds frozen like human statues. The muscles, tissues and skin of their bodies as cold and grey like stone. All the happiness they once had quickly disappeared. The village had been so overcome with fear that no one dared to attempt to sacrifice another child for fear of being plagued by the curse of the stone family. With time the survivors of village persevered and rebuilt their community. A happiness and joy bigger than they'd ever known eventually returned and every now and the people of the village would go the house to visit what was now called "it". The...

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