Originally titled A Girl's Adventures
This is a very short story, about as short as they come, and a dark tale I wasn't sure whether I should post or whether the timing was right.
I once heard a song called What I Tell You Girls Should Fear All Their Lives. Then I read some news recently, so I made up an exaggerated story.
I always feel that being a girl is a long adventure, but I'm even more afraid that some girls will encounter danger before their adventure has even begun.
There are far too many fears in this world that parents dismiss as making a fuss, only for them to become matters of life and death. Or perhaps, because it hasn't happened to their own family, they would rather stay asleep in the comforting cradle of survivorship bias.
This is a fictional story about a girl in danger. With my current abilities, I can't write a sweeping tale of a whole life, so I can only briefly write about the most dangerous dangers I can imagine a girl might face during adolescence. It may not be very harrowing, but I hope it will sound the alarm.
I hate reducing people to objects, but in recent years, peaches have become the genuine objects of fetishization and adoration for certain people. The monkeys and elephants are just stand-ins for some selfish, indifferent people and bad people.
Some girls encounter danger before their adventures begin. Some girls will do evil before they have ever encountered it.
If a monkey can't eat this peach, it will go eat the next one. If an elephant can't smash this peach, it will go smash the next one. And the peach, battered by these outside forces, will rot and decay, and disappear...
May girls never have to go on an adventure, and may danger obliterate the beasts.
Lastly, I want to say: I write pessimistic stories to hold the most optimistic hopes.
"You didn't walk ten thousand miles with me, so our story has no more plot to carry it on."
Theme: utterly devoid of conscience, worse than beasts
Powerful writing that I haven't seen in a long time. The environment in which I grew up allowed me to avoid these potential risks, but I always have to recognize that reality is not as ideal or beautiful. Thank you for your text
I didn't cry after reading it, only the anger and confusion in my heart told me how painful I was. I watched it twice and finally understood that boyhood is a youthful fantasy for girls. It gives girls some comfort when they fall into the abyss and is most desperate, but reality and dreams obviously cannot be confused. The sad thing is that the girl cannot escape reality, and there is also an unknown ugliness behind the dream. □□Uncle is shameless and obscene, why is such a scumbag still alive in the world. The perverted male student always has that thing in his head. Can you punch him to death? I hope that all girls will no longer suffer this unreasonable disaster. They live in this inherently unfair society. Sex discrimination and biological differences make them bullied by evil people. Madeleine makes me mad.
At the beginning of the year, I listened to the song "I'll Tell You What Girls Are Afraid of in Their Life". I cried every time I listened to it. I watched the news one after another in the PV, feeling scared and suffocated. That news is real, that news has always been there. Come on, keep writing.
It is not Huang,,, Wen, she is reality. Layers upon layers of shackles were trapped inside, and all that was left were struggles and moans. The girl died in her fantasy, but the fantasy died in reality. You never know who is coming out of the deep alley, and in the closed elevator there is only a girl trembling in the corner. This was my first feeling after reading the article. The author writes very well, the words are really good, come on