Writing Prompts (and Random Thoughts)

Hello = Hell

Remember when you were a kid, and you would take your calculator and put in 43110 (hello), and it would turn it into 4311 (hell)? You would spend all of math class laughing about the childish thought of your calculator saying "hell".

Or when you would walk into the bathrooms and see words scrawled in pencil on the walls of the stalls (ass, butt, ugly, stupid). You would go home and ask your parents what that first word meant, and they'd shake their heads and say "don't worry about it dear." And with a pat on the head you'd be sent off to do your homwork.

Those were the days. When our parents expected us to stay small and innocent. They expected us not to question life and it's meanings. We were young and childish, seeing life through no barriers.

But we are no longer innocent. We see the world with new eyes. We feel the world with hearts strong but odd. And our parents won't accept it. They still want us to be the small little children we were so long ago. Do they think they can shelter us forever? Because they can't. We will not be sheltered from the things we deserve to know. No longer will we be the innocent of the flock. I want to know what is happening to our country, our people. And I will find out if it is the last thing I do. I will figure out what they are hiding, starting with the parents who have sheltered us for so long.