Prose - Merripen - On Outside The Advent

We can’t begin to think what she was thinking when she assigned this one. Ten pages of speculative fiction based on what we think The Advent would be like in ten years. Wow. I’ll tell you right now. It’s going to be the same, but with more lonely people just looking for that one place they think they can come to get away from whatever horrible thing they left. Psht. I wish I could get out of this place. Fifteen years is long enough, right? Dad won’t let me leave without him or Manachem with me and it sucks balls. Most of the time they don’t even want to go outside themselves. Manachem goes out once in a while, but I’m defiantly not allowed to go with him when he does. He told me a few years back that it was “too private a time for him” and he didn’t “care for company at that time”. Gah. So stupid.

Too bad. I may respect Manachem’s time by himself, but I’m almost twenty. Really, how long do they think they can keep me cooped up in here?



Merripen walked back to his dorm apartment completely stressing over his paper. No way he could write all this in the next few days. He had way too much to do, he told himself. Cleaning his apartment, he had greenhouse duty for the next two weeks and personal sparing lessons every other day. Plus he didn’t want to do the paper.

5/5/10 6:30pm

