Liberty

It was a particularly cold day of winter. A time when fires are used in just about every society. Candles are a very useful way to get all the benefits of fire. They can be used  to light dark spaces, provide warmth, or serve as decorations. Liberty knows this, so one night she decided to light a candle. It was both bright and aesthetically pleasing, but it lacked in warmth. My candle must be too small, thought Liberty as she wore a tutu and balanced a candle from an umbrella while also balancing on a tightrope that happened to be suspended fifty feet in the air during the middle of winter. I know what you’re all thinking, if there is one thing a candle can’t do it would be balancing on an umbrella, held by a girl on a tightrope in the middle of winter. Therefore it is no surprise when the candle fell and burned her entire house to the ground. Just right, thought Liberty as she made her way to the convenient fire her house now provided.

Her satisfaction was only temporary. Liberty spent the next morning in a tutu carrying an umbrella while balancing one foot on the streets.

Since the day she lost her house Liberty was devastated. She ended up continued her balancing acts to earn a living. Every day she risked everything, and eventually the inevitable happened. She lost her balance. It could have ended all there, but the thing about streets is that they are particularly level with the ground. Well, enough is enough, Liberty decided it was time to change the course of her life, so one day she stepped off the edge of a five story building.

It did not take long for everyone below to rush to the scene, or to begin cheering. She knew just the right moment to step off the edge of that building, said one particularly pleased bystander; there wasn’t a single person who didn’t laugh…. after seeing her step onto a clothesline in a tutu.

And so began a long career for Liberty as a circus performer; her actions changed the way people thought and opened up new opportunities. Soon everyone was dressing in tutus and walking on tightropes. With this sudden change in professions circuses where opening up everywhere…. as where fire departments. In 1812 a Canadian was tightroping over the white house and like always, the candle fell. The same thing happened in 2016 when someone was tightroping over Fort Mcmurray.

As liberty moved from one place, the movement spread to another. The whole world began to worship her, some even thought she was a god. But eventually the inevitable happened. She lost her balance, and died on the cross… of the church she fell on.

In remembrance, the USA erected a statue of Liberty with all of her most iconic features: a tutu-dress, umbrella-torch, and also (for some reason) a crown with thorns.

 

It was a particularly cold day of winter. A time when fires are used in just about every society. Candles are a very useful way to get all the benefits of fire. They can be used  to light dark spaces, provide warmth, or serve as decorations. Liberty knows this, so one night she decided to light a candle. It was both bright and aesthetically pleasing, but it lacked in warmth. My candle must be too small, thought Liberty as she wore a tutu and balanced a candle from an umbrella while also balancing on a tightrope that happened to be suspended fifty feet in the air during the middle of winter. I know what you’re all thinking, if there is one thing a candle can’t do it would be balancing on an umbrella, held by a girl on a tightrope in the middle of winter. Therefore it is no surprise when the candle fell and burned her entire house to the ground. Just right, thought Liberty as she made her way to the convenient fire her house now provided.

Her satisfaction was only temporary. Liberty spent the next morning in a tutu carrying an umbrella while balancing one foot on the streets.

Since the day she lost her house Liberty was devastated. She ended up continued her balancing acts to earn a living. Every day she risked everything, and eventually the inevitable happened. She lost her balance. It could have ended all there, but the thing about streets is that they are particularly level with the ground. Well, enough is enough, Liberty decided it was time to change the course of her life, so one day she stepped off the edge of a five story building.

It did not take long for everyone below to rush to the scene, or to begin cheering. She knew just the right moment to step off the edge of that building, said one particularly pleased bystander; there wasn’t a single person who didn’t laugh…. after seeing her step onto a clothesline in a tutu.

No more than a minute has passed and he can already hear the sirens echo from outside. He remembers the back door to the Office and sprints there as fast as his stiffened legs would take him. He twists the knob, but to his dismay it is sealed tight. The Desk! He thrusts open the drawers with great speed, searching frantically for the key. No keys. It’s inevitable now. The pistol he just found will serve him well in defense against the cops, and not a moment too soon. The front doors to the store slam open so hard that the glass shatters. Dylan hears two sets of feet clapping against the floor at a hasty pace. He secures a clip and as the first man comes through the opening Dylan goes all-out, killing the man in a matter of seconds. Dylan is horrified by his actions, but wastes no time. He flips over the desk so that the top lies on its side and faces the door. The next cop doesn’t take any chances. He comes in and shoots several times, hitting Dylan in the shoulder. The pain is excruciating and Dylan drops the gun. The cop comes storming in but before he had a chance to do anything else, Dylan surprises him by picking up the gun with his other hand at an incredible speed. He pulls the trigger and the bullet sinks into the soft flesh of the officer’s left cheek, splattering the wall with a thick coat of red.

Dylan lies behind the desk screaming in agony. His shoulder oozing large quantities of viscous, crimson blood. He knows that he needs to staunch the flow before he blacks out or worse but he simply waits for the wound to take its toll. I always did like swimming, he thought as he feels it now against his back. His shoulder has soon pooled enough blood to encase him in a liquid coffin. Life is meaningless when you wake up at five in the morning every day to find yourself in the same hopeless situation as you were yesterday, its better this way. I no longer have to regret.