Problems at the Children's Recreation Facility

This story is in Swedish, and can therefore be found here.

The Travesty of the Look-Alikes

“I don't have any presentation capacity for saying it to the public, though!” fifteen-year-old August told his parents.

They looked at him. “That's horrible!” his mother said.

His father nodded seemed to be intent on winning over those charlatans. “Why do they pretend it's you when they could actually have their own career seem brilliant with such ludicrousness?” he asked, looking relatively reassured about his son's - and the whole family's - reputation. His mom also looked fairly reassured about it.

“I suppose it's because they don't want to be public enough to to be vulnerable against others who might pull such a trick!”

His five-year-old sister looked at him. “Why is it they aren't vulnerable just because they have no careers to be bragging about?!”

August sighed. “It's because they can't easily seem, then, to have been cheating their way to such an advantage!” he answered.

She looked thoughtful. “Oh God!” she said.

“Why,” his mother asked, “do they find in themselves to be great at smartly, or so-to-speak, claiming other people's business to be their own, and how come they doesn't it show how there's fakery to that?!”

“Ned said that it's because no one wants to challenge those who have an authority over our intuitions about who is fair and who isn't!”

His father looked curious. “Isn't there any way to make them feel at home with just simply feeling that they can have it in Christ that one shouldn't ever give into such manipulations?!”

August sighed again. “It seems to be because they feel that Christ isn't superior as long as he has it there's nothing wrong making it seem ridiculous not to believe in intuition about control that seems superb enough to be comparable with his own!”

“Doesn't it seem that Christ should be the one not to ever grant such evil travesty a chance to seem moral?!”

“That's sort of so! But to them there seems to be justice in saying that Christ cares for us for reasons that are not very moral!”

His mother looked surprised. “But then shouldn't He be relevant for them as clearly better than that?!”

“No! It seems that they, as they seem able to pretend that their look-alike is me, can convince people into believing that their intuition clearly must be as smart as the ones they find themselves to have with Lord Jesus Christ!

“Moreover,” he continued, “there's no judgement in Christ to compare, it seems, with those that a look-alike can cause there to be against the target of his or her ridicule!”

“Then they're being so satanic that we clearly should banish them! Or isn't there enough strength in even the church to beat those bastards!?”

“We cannot seem intent on having Christ seem like our resurrection as long as we can be seen as acting so superb that the people those bastards deal with can be inclined to believe we don't really care for actual faith more than about our careers and stuff!”

The little sister looked up. “Then how come we don't have our careers seem stupid enough for them to not have to worry about in that sense?!”

The two parents looked at her. Her mother said: “We have in our careers the notion of ourselves as really caring to be thorough! If we give that up, then it wouldn't be very easy to be thorough about seeming to be thorough enough! Wouldn't there, do you think, be a lack of friends among those that could be worthwhile for those who really care about the virtues of clarity what mistakes can be and thus on what God has it we should all be conscientious about?”

Their five-year-old thought for a while. Then she said: “I think they wouldn't be friends to begin with, but later, once they found out that we are careful enough with virtues, then they will be our friends for real, more for real than they would be otherwise!” With that she managed to convince her parents and brother to believe they should be into not seeming very admirable for those people who could be manipulated into disbelieving in them and Christ!

How Can there Be such a Problem, Even in the Slum?!

“Slave traders?!” Their mother looked shocked.

“Yeah! They buy our people as slaves! That is, if we don't watch out!” her daughter answered.

“It's the Erthracks who want to sell us to them! They've already sold at some of our people!”

“Whom?!” their father demanded.

The daughter thought for a moment. “Rebecca, Seb, George, Carla and Ellen! Probably all five of them. At the very least and Seb have been sold!”

The mother looked disturbed and asked: “How come you are the first to warn us?!”

Their son and daughter looked at each other for a moment, before the son answered: “It's because we're the first ones to avoid the bullets of Fanny Erthrack! She kills them before they can speak! Then she seems totally innocent, even so!”

“What do you mean?! How can it be someone who knew they were doing it couldn't have called?!”

Again the two siblings looked at each other. This time the daughter decided to answer:

“We have it in them to seem so moral that no one can imagine it to be they who are behind the disappearances! At the same time they trivialize that some people 'seem unavailable' or so! One cannot easily imagine that they actually sell people to those slave traders!”

“Oh my! But now we've gotta call the police!”

“How come you don't think the police are influenced into taking their side! I mean they feel the need to avoid that also their people are caught and traded!”

“What the fuck do you expect me to believe! You say the police themselves dare not interfere?!”

“Oh the police don't have to care about us! It's not we who are the real people for them! We're not rich enough for them to have to care!”

The mother looked around in their hut and thought about how little food they'd had the last few days. “My, then! Let's hope we can talk to at least someone, like a preacher, then!”

“The preachers can't stop them! Because they have in them that they are the ones with weapons!”

“Then how come they do not get some guns or something?!”

“Because they wanna preserve their piety!”

The father looked serious and said: “Then we need to go to some other people! Assume the Muslims do have guns among their clergy! Shouldn't we go to them rather than being sold as slaves?!”

“I assume” his wife broke in “that you feel we can abandon Christ because he is peaceful?! But then you will have to face that Christ cannot help you when they are smarter than that guns are enough!”

Her husband sighed. “Look there is no real contradiction in saying it to the Muslims and turning to Christ for that type of mercy! Now let me go to the Muslims and tell them about it!”

Again their two children looked at each other before answering. But this time they spoke out at the same time. Both seem to wonder if the father really didn't fear the Muslim teachings would stop Christ from having the resurrection for him that could be there otherwise.

Again the father sighed. “Yeah, I fear it!” he responded. “But I can't fear it enough to not want to tell them!”

His wife looked at him. “Dear! Don't go to them if you don't feel sure that they won't entice you into abandoning Christ!”

He looked serious. “I have to try,” he answered. Then his expression became a bit decisive. “Indeed I'm going now!” he added, and left.

A few hours later the family had a report about that he had been shot!

The Argument

“It's not particular for those studs!” she proclaimed. “Actually, it's not very particularly a male attitude!”

“Oh no?!” her friend responded. “Why do they in that case feel that they don't have to rely on thoughts about unpretentiousness?

“I don't know! But for me it's Jess, for one, who surely is a guy to be reckoned with as modest, at least when he isn't into having a problem to be dealt with by having an attitude!”

“That's a poor excuse for being as mean and callous as they are! As for Jess, didn't he last year try to pretend Sheila was an asshole, because he didn't find her to be interested in him intimacy?!”

“No he didn't! And besides, he probably wasn't really into being intimate with her!”

“Don't pretend, Sonya, they aren't all into being intimate with just about every woman who is trying to be her best about her demeanor - or the rest of what she has to do just to be accepted by the male side of humanity!”

“I'm not pretending!” Sonya responded.

“Oh! So, if you're not pretending, how come you're into him as if he were a person to be reckoned with as caring about the sort of attitudes that a girl like for example you - or Sheila - would have?!”

“What?!” Sonya retorted. “Don't pretend that it's always like that with all men!”

“Oh!? I'm pretending, am I?!” her friend retorted back.

“Yes, Petra, I think you are!”

“Oh! If I am, then you and I aren't on the same level of confidence in that we as females should always be sure about that we have been oppressed by the male type of being! It's a safe assumption that they would regard that as the weakness they should exploit in us, as long as they can find a way to manipulate us into not knowing how to respond to their macho and hardy attitudes!”

“If so, Petra, why do you think I for one don't feel they are threatening as long as I don't feel I have to threaten them?!”

“It's because they don't seem to be threatening as long as they have in you to pretend they're wise while they're actually just into their machismo and pretensions about themselves!”

“Then how come you and I seem to be adventurously into imagining that they are all fakes, even though they would have had the capacity to stop that in that they can (as you claim about them) rule by their machismo so that one can't even feel that one is aimed well enough at responsibility as a resource good enough for one's self-sufficiency?!”

“I feel that they don't feel like caring enough to ever take it as a possibility that we can, without their knowledge - or at least without enough of their insight about it - see to it that we can keep our minds clear and focus on what we, as women, know is better for us in the sense that we can be resurrected, then, in a way that God or so has it actually good people should be!” Upon saying this, Petra looked at Sonya and added: “We don't have to take responsibility for the male half of humanity! For just as long as we can stay actual about not caring about them, we can see to it that they don't nail us nor have us seem ignorant!” With that she ended the conversation.

A Story About an Adult Girl

This story is at my adult story blog.

The Great Miss

This story has been put in another place because it is not in English.

We Love the one's Who Should be Loved!

“It seems like there's no favour to be asked, then!” he assumed.

“We all love him because he's that kind of gentle and still that kind of cool!” she answered.

“But why are you all into pretending that it isn't safe to assume that there is no hypocrisy in him?!

“There's an hypocrisy in almost any fellow! And we shouldn't have to deal with it as if there wasn't!”

“Why take it there's not the hypocrisy needed for pretending to be good and also to be evil, while all of you stick to the hypocrisy of saying there's no hypocrisy in him?!”

“It's because he's a really nice guy! And it's also because he really is the more gentle fellow than just about anyone!”

“Then how come there's the evil of that he get's all the girlfriends and we - who really are good guys - don't get even one each?!”

“That's because you don't live up to our standards of what a man should be!”

“I assume those standards include that a man aught to stand for being cynical against those who are left without a partner?!”

“I guess that it means that we feel that you guys aren't good enough for a partner - at least not a female one, that is!”

“So what do you think you are, when you underneath that surface of mild-tempered yearning for a good enough man care for only the few among men who happen to be lucky enough to have loads of other girlfriends?!”

“Swine!” She looked at him threateningly! “It's not you who deserve any good female to be hanging around with! And it's they, the few there are that are actually our match, that should be assumed to be the real reasons for us to ever flourish like you men always have it yourselves that you pigs have the right to do!”

“Then how come they all seem kinder to women than he does - except for when he's after catching one or two of them?!”

She sighed. “We don't have the capacity to prejudge him! So we don't have to take for granted that you guys are or would be any better - in a similar situation!”

“We don't try to prejudge him! It's just that there's lots of evidence that he's an more uncaring than most of us! Look at Ana and Rebecca for instance, one of them committed suicide when he dumped her and the other one's in an asylum - probably for life!”

“These two are only the surface he needs of being as immature as all you other guys! We don't choose any of the really immature ones! It's they, not us - and not him! - who are the ones behind that kind of shit!”

“Bullshit! Are you completely insane?! Or, actually, has he really managed to brainwash you into thinking that?!”

“We aren't insane about him! We just love him! And love is all we need!” she answered and cut him short of a response by rising from her seat and leaving. She also refused to talk to him for about two weeks, and even after that she was standoffish against him, for about two years. Upon that she was a bit reserved against him talking about it, but she was by then disillusioned about the womanizer they had spoken of. Even so, she never admitted to him that she had been wrong.

He on his side decided that women never admit to their problems, even when they see the results they have from never never admitting to them! By seeing this in them, he became real stuck up against any female who tended at all to be seduced by any womanizer - at least if he was similar to the one his sister had fallen for.