This is a story unlike one you might have heard. This is not a story about some princes or prince fighting for live. This is a simple story. A story about a spindle named Prick. Prick lived a simple life full of days where his owner would use him to make clothes for his family and other sewn goods for his community. Prick loved his life and he loved to sew. Prick especially loved being able to see the colors of the things he made. From the darkest of reds to the brightest of pinks. In a short matter of time. Pricks life was about to change. It was, what Prick thought, another regular day. The only thing that was different was his owners were sewing things more and more frequently. Mainly big colorful dresses and coats. Prick wondered what …show more content…
“Wow. Ok then. You really thought that.” Prick heard from across the spacious room.
“Wait who’s there. What’s your name.” Prick asked to the dark side of the room.
“The names Nick.” Prick heard in response.
“Do you know what is going on? Why are we hear? What is happening?” Prick began to spurt question after question to Nick
“Look, all I know is, some witch put a curse on the new baby and said that she would place her finger upon a spindle when she turns 15 and she would fall into an eternal sleep. I guess the royal family decided this was the best plan of action.”
“That makes no sense.” Prick quickly responded. “Why would the entire town decide the best plan of action would be to seclude this entire group of spindles and kill us off. That doesn’t solve anything. Wouldn’t it be better to just protect the daughter. Doesn’t this seem like a solution that just tip toes around the actual problem without solving it.”
“I don’t know man. This entire town is full of a bunch of white people, and white people are craaaaazy.” Nick responded.
“What do we do now?” Prick
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Prick and Nick waited in that room for all those years without a single visitor. Prick was pleased that he at least had a friend that he could talk too for his 15 year sentence however. Prick and Nick were able to have long conversations about their favorite things about their past lives and what it was like being a spindle. Eventually, the only thing that Prick would worry about was what his owners were doing and how the entire village was getting anything sewed. The entire village wouldn’t be able to afford to import goods like the royal family so why were they supposed to get rid of their living so that the royal family could go through with their dumb plan to attempt to save their