Vanity Is The Sun's Everlasting Curse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was written after I saw a documentary about a little girl in America who was born with almost no face at all. It's aimed at the people who put appearance first.

Submitted: October 04, 2006

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There was a land, the name of which has now been long forgotten by the historians, where there lived a man of great appearance. He, who shall be known eternally as Ayf, was a man whose only quality was his looks. His eyes were made of glittering oceans, his hair the darkest chocolate that even the gods did not dare to gorge upon, his skin olive and his muslces huge. He had little brains, could not finish a simple sentence without cursing the sky itself, and viewed women as objects and men as enemies.
One day, the King was visiting Ayf's home town of Danikos. He was a good man, even for a monarch, who rule with intelligence and benevolence. He rode upon a snowy horse from the deepest regions of the land, and wore a crown encrusted with pearls. The King was passing by Ayf when the horse stumbled. The King fell from his horse and landed in the mud, and the crown rolled into Ayf's shadow. Ayf picked it up, cleaned the crown carefully, and the King smiled at this, but Ayf then proceeded to put the crown on, to horrified gasps from the small crowd that had gathered. He stood up and declared, "As my looks eclipse those of the King, i am by far the better of us! A leader with good looks will be able to seduce the enemies of our lands!". At this point, a storm gathered over the town, and huge daggers of lightning scarred the sky. A loud voice boomed out, "SO! You think you are good looking, mortal? Well, i will give you all the good looks you wish, with one catch only!". Ayf was excited at this, not bothering to think of possible catches, and accepted the offer of the Gods. As the storm passed by, Ayf had vanished, and in the sky was a star of immense beauty. Its flaming presence warmed the people, but those who stared at the star were struck blind by its beauty. Ayf had been given the ultimate looks - but those who were foolish to admire these looks paid for this with their own eyes.


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