A short story i wrote once upon a time.

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So I was going through some old short stories, and I found this one I had written about an experience I had at a young age.

Its actually quite an amusing story.

hmmm there doesnt seem to be a way to attach files =/ So I will try pasting.

Gone with the Wind

Vamanos, I thought, I can’t wait for you three all night. I saw the angry sky. Merciless as he lashed out at the city, his strange fingers reaching to the ground with a well known bang. I looked at the three Mexican-ladies chatting like there was nothing in the world to do except socializing. My ears cocked, 'No, darockstop’s parents probably just got back. She doesn’t have to be home for a good 10 minutes…'
WHAT!? I am bored here, let us get going. According to my watch it is 8:45, that means bed time was half an hour ago. My brow furrowed even more as I paced a bit. Wait, I am a big four year old…I am even three feet two inches and 30 pounds…I can go to the car myself and drive home myself. Out the glass door I went; my chest out, my shoulders square.
A gust of wind pushed me ahead as I walked down the sidewalk studying each car as I walked past. 'Did we have my car or did we bring the other car?' I asked myself. Was it silver? The interior was tan…I think. For several minutes I walked, peering through flying leafs. I guess I better go back if I can’t find the car. Turning around, I struggled through the wind. My feet seemed to drag farther and farther behind, until I realized that I was no longer going forward, RUN! My thoughts hit me like a bullwhip, and I ran with every ounce of energy I could muster. Something felt strange. I looked down. An image of a poppy red diamond kite emerged in my head. The ground was several inches below me. Adrenaline burst through my veins. My legs kicked into action running in the air. While my arms started to do a doggy paddle. For a brief second my feet again felt the earth and I tried to stop. Again I was buffeted by the wind, now I am even higher then before. Will I ever see my parents again?
No probably not, these are my last moments looking at the world, I then looked at the world around me, Too bad this is my last thing to look at, nobody around, just this lonely, grey, dark world held at the mercy of a storm… I leaned forward and tried a swimming-like motion. I was chilled to the bone as if I had been suddenly dunked in an ice fishing hole. Exhausted, I stretched and relaxed, looking for the good and began to enjoy my ride. Still I kind of wish I could live a bit longer, I wanted to learn so much. I hope my parents are not too sad when they see my dead body on the news--. 'Hey!' I shouted, peering into the fading darkness. I saw a face, and distantly felt arms around my waist.
I opened my eyes to a yellowy-orange glow.
'Yes, she seemed quite scared but somebody caught her. I don’t believe it…but the lady who did said she was about three feet up in the air!' I took in a deep breath of air, and the smell of my home soon came apparent. Is this what being dead is like? I then got up from the couch I was laying on and got up into my bed, 'Jaja…ohhh they will never know what really happened,' I chuckled quietly to myself.

What do ya think?

What a great allegory of aspies around neurotypicals. Those mexican women are great examples of neurotypicals who see life through the realm of socialization whereas aspies have extreme sensory and visual cues and we piece the world that way.

It seems like the comparison and contrast of these views and the conflicts they produce do to differing perceptions of the world and thus mutual misunderstandings.

Yes it is a great allegory for aspies and neurotypicals..