Day 80 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about two worlds colliding.
Shannon: “You’ve been messing with the book again, haven’t you,” my brother stormed up to me with pure rage in his eyes as he slammed the leather manuscript folder down on the table in front of me.
“I think we should meet them. I know you tried to trap them because you were afraid of what they could do, but I think they could help us. Maybe even save us,” I defended my actions.
“You don’t know what you’ve done. You’ve really screwed up this time, and if you don’t tell me where you hid the typewriter everyone is in danger.” He didn’t doubt his belief for a second. “I’m sending them back.”
“I’m not telling you where it is,” I shook my head, and I, on the other hand, absolutely doubted whether or not I was making the right decision. “And if you’re scared you should go, because they’ll be here soon.”
“Here,” he spoke as if he had gotten the wind knocked out of him, “Now?”
I nodded, starting to feel a little bad.
“I can’t leave you alone with them,” it pained him to say it, but he wasn’t going anywhere.
“You told me yourself that you weren’t trying to create monsters. You know what they are. You know their purpose. They just need to be understood,” I explained.
He breathed out and I could tell he was processing the idea, until a scream from outside distracted both of us. “They’re here,” he raised an eyebrow, showing a spark of confidence.
Erin: “Back in your grandma’s day there was a large wall. The elected had created the barrier many, many years before even I was born. The bricks served to separate the elite from the undesirables. The day of sorting came not long after we could talk. Unsurprisingly, with the sorting came separation from family members and homes. Those who lost their own in the sorting ceremony would be expected to take in the other separated.
The east was for the people who were charismatic, outgoing, and constantly wanted to be surrounded by people. The west was for those of us who would spend more time alone, and could speed too much time thinking and not enough talking.
It didn’t take long for the East’s infrastructure to wear down. By pressing an ear to the wall, you could hear the pulse of the others. There rumbling must have been the cause for the demise of their buildings, The sound of them through the brick could still drown out us in the west. While our government and city became more and more organized and effective, all of our bars had closed down and there could be a tendency for many to lose sight of a work life balance.
It wasn’t until the wall collapsed that we learned the beauty of the others. My mother was an east resident. When we met she talked for days and I listened. When she was fully finished, I gave her my observations of the great separation and she listened. Our societies brought art and ideas to each other that beautified both of our lands.
The sorting was a terrible idea. Most of us that grew up in the time can agree on that much. There was one good thing that came of the experience though. The easterners did realize the equality of the westerners. We may not always be as flashy, but they need us just as much as we need them.”
Put some different things together and see what happens.