Hi Angel,
We seem to both agree and disagree. Thanks for your thoughts.
Utopia, a really short story, actually more like a flash story, or even blinks-of-an-eye kind of story, to point out a few other things about this stubject:
The settlers settled into the new settlement and somewhat startled they started staring at the sunset, then, with the growing dark as a background, they started looking at each other. Who were these people? Their faces looked so weird in the dark.
'Oi', said a figure, with eyes twinkling like stars in the light of his torch. 'We need to set a few ground rules here, don't you think?' Most of the crowd cried yes, and the few dissidents were first given the silent treatment, but as it turned out, that didn't work, they were ripped out of the group like embarrasing nose hairs. The silent minority of dissidents left in the group kept their thoughts to themselves, though it felt wrong, the majority said it was right. So be it, all said.
'I don't like the word duck, as it sounds like another word, and I'm really offended by the **** word', a granny said, and the crowd gasped at the slip, and then agreed to ban both of the words. By the end of the day, no words were allowed. 'Yes' had a lot going for it, but one person was reminded of the band and its excessive use of notes and weird chord progressions, aaaaand.. it was tossed out.
With the rising sun and the soft shadows came the sight of the group sitting hurdled in silence. Hardly daring to breathe as somebody might be offended by the dirty, heavy breathing. The Golden Age was upon them, and the proverb 'silence is golden' was made king. Silence was not quite why they had set up the new village, but at least nobody cried nor disagreed.
The End.
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