A woman and a man walked together

Ms. Banana and Mr. Pencil walked on my desk. Curious of what was intended with having such a mess on a desk, Mr. Pencil showed great disappointment. “A desk shall always be tidy, clean and lined properly,” gesturing to the stack of books, wallets and plates. Comforting her companion, Ms. Banana stroke him gently and said “Oh dearie, don’t you think such thoughts. Wouldn’t you think everyone should decide for themselves what how they want things?” Mr. Pencil clearly didn’t like being touched, especially by a woman he just met. For all he knew, she could have terrible plans behind those sweet words. Yet, they were very tender words. His look changed from disapproving to slightly curious as he looked at Ms. Banana. “I’m sure you agree, Mr. Pencil. For example, your hair is quite neat and short. What if I, as  hairdresser, didn’t think that was proper. You’d be pretty upset if I changed it, wouldn’t you?” They’d stopped walking and the misses stepped in front and tried to look into his eyes. This whole situation was making him very uncomfortable, but it seemed she wouldn’t respond to ignorance. “Yes, I assume you’re right,” he finally said, a quick look at her to find her eyes staring right back at him. Well, this was unacceptable. “Young Ms. Banana, I hope that I am greatly mistaken, but I must speak my mind before anything gets out of hand.” Gasping for air after the quick announcement he prepared the speech she was about to receive. Which would never come, for before he finished his breath Ms. Banana replied. “Mr. Pencil, why would you think of such a thing? You are not my desire.” She looked at him with dominating eyes. Even though he was taller, it required a step back. This woman was not going to be the subject of such rumors. “Oh, pardon me, uhm, shall we continue?” “Are you not used to a woman who isn’t in love at first sight, Mr.?” She was not finished with this matter. One could easily see the anger building up inside her, but her efforts to hide it were great. “No, uh, no. Not at all, Ms. I-” he stuttered, clearly not in a desirable position. “Well then, what made you think such thoughts?” An honest question, but she had a couple of possible answer in mind. Opening his mouth in several attempts to talk, Mr. Pencil decided to pull himself together. “Listen, woman, I shall not stand here idle and receive all the bizarre questions and rants you’d think to trow at me. There is nothing wrong with trying to right a situation before it goes wrong. I was only trying to be precautious!” His voice hid risen quite a bit, which had started Ms. Banana, at first. Now she looked at him with some interest. “No, you’re right, Mr. Pencil. You must have caught up some signals I didn’t send and reacted accordingly. I’m merely wondering what put you on that thought in the first place?” Leaning slightly while turning, Ms. Banana continued to stroll across the desk. There were no doubt she controlled this conversation. Disappointed that his words hadn’t given a better respond, he became a grumpy and refused to answer.

I’ll let you in on a secret Ms. Banana would never know. Mr. Pencil wasn’t born with fine lines and a strict haircut. He was a wild boy with great imagination and a popularity like no other among the other boys. Yet, the other gender always confused him. Most of them didn’t want to play with them, and the few who came along wasn’t one of them. “Watch out for the boy-girls,” the kids told him. “Why?” he asked glancing at the girls with short hair and dirt in their faces. “Girls are crazy, but girls who doesn’t act like they’re girls…” Mr. Pencil never heard the end of that sentence, for someone threw a mud ball and knocked him down. He later asked his parents why people had to or couldn’t do certain things. “It’s just the way the world works, son. If we didn’t have these gender roles, what would become of our society? We’d live like animals.” So Mr. Pencil, trusting his parents, learnt that women were crazy, but the boy-girls were worse.
Avoiding these girls would prove difficult, for they played with his friends. Even though the friend who had warned him continued to play with the girls, Mr. Pencil thought it best not to. He’d be wiser than the others. At the end of that day, one of the girls came to him. Why didn’t you play with us? We missed you. A gentle stroke on his arm, holding him close to her body. Startled by this unusual situation, he froze, mouth half open. She giggled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He watched with big eyes as she left him, standing still, unable to move. One of his friends came to him with a smirk. “So you’ve got yourself a girlfriend, eh?” That knocked him out of his frozen state. “I-WHAT?!” It was a desperate shout, and everyone heard him, even the girl. “Whoa, what, no, no I don’t,” he said without being able to let go of her look. It was a nice pair of eyes. But he couldn’t get a girlfriend. No, especially with a boy-girl.

Mr. Pencil rarely experienced such caressing ever again.

“Do you not dare to answer me, Mr. Pencil?” Ms. Banana could see the light of a victory coming closer, and didn’t hide it. Still grumpy, Mr. Pencil answered with a lowered and tired voice, “Can’t you just leave it be?” She wouldn’t. “I can’t. For you see, it’s important that you men learn that the universe doesn’t centre around you. Everyone isn’t falling for you, no one is going to follow any of your orders, just because you’re a male. The mere assumption is pathetic.” And she laughed. For she let all her frustrations out on a man who only tried to be cautious. A man who once thought we were all equal.

 

Hi there, my daily writing dose. I tried to get two sides of a point in feminism. I’m not great at these things, but I tried. 

 

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I am a devil and I know it

Once again it’s past midnight and I’m forcing myself to write for an hour. I tried to push myself to write earlier, but was caught with other things. So here I am, pissed and writing.

 

“Come on guys, just one more spot left!” Would they never shut up about that? And couldn’t someone volunteer? “We’re a guild, people, let’s help each other out” “Let’s help KingPlayer continue his personal story” I’d just gotten my vista, so why the heck not. “Ok, I’ll join you,” I responded on the guild chat, opening up my map to find them.

I was really planning on finishing a map tonight, but I guess it helped to finish a whole dungeon. Gave me some achievements as well, and I needed it. Last time I got the chest I messed up and chose the wrong skin for my weapons. Now I had to get a thousand more to get what I really wanted. I was three-quarters from my goal, so anything helped.

“Ugh, it’s contested,” the Charr said. After killing some regular Fire Legions it was obvious the boss wouldn’t show up, and we needed him dead to continue. “I’ll do some guesting on another server to get us in.” It didn’t really matter who went, as long as we got into the dungeon. Several minutes and attempts later the messaged popped onto my screen: “Will you-” Yeah, yeah, I know what I want to do, and pressed the right button. The loading screen of a personal story I hadn’t done yet appeared, and a short video. I tried to skip the dialogue, but my computer froze. Damn Mac. It’s far from a gaming computer, but it’d have to do. “Eva is reading,” referring to the fact that I wasn’t done with the video. “It froze,” informing them that I wasn’t really interested in the story and that I was ready. KingPlayer, whose story we helped him with, wasn’t really in charge. We were a party of 5, and two of our guild’s most experienced and friendly ladies was with us. It was clear that they knew where and what, yet did a good job not to take over the show. Apart from those two we were 3 rangers, me included. It isn’t usually the sign of a strong group, but we did a good job to keep ourselves alive. I, myself, had done this dungeon a couple of times, but not this version. So when enemies popped up where I didn’t expect them, things got interesting.

“Thnx,” a fallen comrade said as she rose up from the dead. “np,” the usual respond. The battles were heated and we kept moving. Videos I didn’t want to see kept coming to my screen, and I was always the last one to get it away. Damn slow internet connection. “What the?!” Someone was dead. She’d fallen off the bridge, and no one was dumb enough to follow. Amused by her achievement of dying I replied with a quick “x)” for the battle continued without her. When we won she came running to us from a waypoint behind us. Continuing up the hill we encountered another bridge. We fought bravely, but they outnumbered us on the bridge. I had to get back to the ground or I’d fall off. A quick evade and I was almost at safety. I flew up in the air and down beside the bridge and hit the bottom of the cave, all with the soundtrack of my character screaming with a semi-male voice. “How?!” Furious of how those damn Fire Legions blew me off the bridge and killed me. “xD” Oh, you didn’t. And it surely was the human who fell off the last bridge. Only seconds later another body fell beside me, followed by a quick comment. “… :( Well, I thought I’d join you!” The same woman, I think we brought bad luck to each other. “About time! I was getting lonely,” snarky comments where my specialty. Since I couldn’t join them until the battle was won I went through my inventory to see if I could upgrade any of my gear. Ah, a skill point! “lol, your corpse gained a skill point,” my dead neighbor commented. “Haha, an inventory thingy,” nailed it.

Reunited with the group we continued. Only a couple of minor bosses and we got the real deal. He was a nasty piece of lava monster mixed with Charr. The graphics in this game are pretty good! Although the constant circling around the subject got boring after the tenth time in a row. That’s really not the only way of presenting a villain.

Running to him in an effort to find a point to aim my arrows I suddenly found myself dead. Hit by rolling lava balls. “Well that was stupid,” I said, hoping for a noble soul to revive me. She came quickly and we continued  to find a way to get this bastard. Nothing really seemed to work. “Get into the sphere and hit him with his own lava balls.” We followed and did as we were instructed. It sure was helpful when someone knew what they were doing. The monster, oddly enough, kept on finding new tricks, but we all lived. Only a few minor burns and scratched, but nothing a healing spell wouldn’t fix. My dear snow leopard “River Song” was faithful enough and tried to attack the SoB from time to time, but she only managed to get herself killed. Idiot. A red bird with the name Destiel took over and it was certainly more clever. Or I stopped checking if he was alive is more correct. The boss was defeated and the chest was full of rewards. Yet, nothing I could really use. I should really save up some money and get some resources so I can forge my own armor. For what I got in these chests where never for my character. Such a pity. “Great job guys!” “Thank you for helping!” “gj” and all the other similar messages was sent for a little while until we left the party. A dungeon well accomplished, and I’d gotten more things to sell and a few achievements as well!

 

As you can see this isn’t a part of the previous stories. I couldn’t think of anything to write about, so I wrote about my gaming. Not really that interesting, but at least it’s something. Well, I wrote for 40 minutes, and that’s good enough for tonight. Good night, everyone!
P.S. “KingPlayer”, as far as I know, is not a username. Just something I came up with.