It's All About Perspective...


A/N: Alright, I would preface this by saying, I wrote it in high school and it was inspired by the interactions of myself and one of my friends. I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which. ;) I know it's not my best work of all time, but I do hope you all enjoy. :)


“Would I regret asking what you’re doing?”

“Don’t know,” she replied with an easy shrug. “Would you?”

“That’s what I’m wondering,” Ria muttered with a small sigh and slight frown as she put her hands on her hips. “Alright, I give. What are you doing?”

“I’m getting a new perspective!” Creola practically sang.

“A new perspective,” Ria repeated slowly, as though she wasn’t sure she’d heard her friend right.


Creola grinned up at her oldest friend innocently, beaming as though she’d just discovered and proven that the moon really was made of cheese (a theory she was still looking into when her studies on the fairy people and experiments in the probability of crossing the Expanding Universe Theory with the Parallel Universe Theory allowed). Ria gave Creola a disbelieving look and fully took in her friend’s position.

Creola was currently sitting on a park bench. This fact, in and of itself, would not be considered unusual in the least. However, she wasn’t sitting in a manner that would have been constituted as normal. To be specific, her head was where her feet should have been, and vise versa.

Creola’s long autumn hair was bound back in a messy bun, her bright blue eyes for once free of the slightly-too-short-to-be-pulled-back bangs that normally had to be tucked behind an ear every few minutes. Her bright orange converse danced back and forth in the air, just above a pair of jeans that resembled a patchwork quilt rather than their original denim, and a white bohemian style shirt.

Ria rolled her eyes skyward, having a feeling (knowing Creola as well as she did) that this was going to be a conversation to sit down for. She set her simple black and red bag next to Creola’s bright yellow, pin-covered one, and took a seat next to the girl she’d known for what seemed like forever (albeit right-side up since she happened to like the perspective she was currently in possession of).

Ria Vagadevi closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly let it out. It was always like this with Creola Fable.

Not that Creola Fable was ever normal anyway, Ria thought with a rye grin.

“Ri-ri-riaaa!” sang Creola, half sitting up to tug playfully on one of Ria’s perfect, thick black curls in order to get the other girl’s attention.

“Hm,” Ria muttered, opening her eyes and reclaimed her curl, tossing it over her shoulder. “What?”

“What what?” replied Creola, raising an eyebrow in confusion, and bracing her arms on the ground to hold herself up without having to move from her odd position on the bench.

“What do you mean ‘what what’? You said my name. What do you want?”

“Huh?” said Creola, cocking her head to the side. “Ooh... that what what?”

“Yes, that what what,” sighed Ria.

“Oh nothing,” twittered Creola with a bright smile, letting herself hang upside down again.

Ria pushed Creola’s left leg, the nearer of the two, almost causing the girl to fall off the bench.


Ria chuckled as Creola steadied herself and pulled a comical sad face at the her.

“So just what perspective are you trying to get?” the hazel-eyed girl asked, smile still playing at the corners of her pretty mouth as she watched the upside down girl next to her.

“Hm,” chirped Creola. “Well, at first I thought I wanted to get the perspective of my shoes. They’re really pretty and bright you know,” she said, pointing to the orange converse swinging back and forth in the air above her head. “And I thought that anything that bright and pretty must have an interesting view of life, so I wanted to get a look at how they see the world. At first I tried standing on my head you know, but that didn’t work out ‘cause I’m so bad at gymnastics and all and all I managed to do was get a huge lump on my head from hitting it so many times and I’m gonna have a big bruise on my shoulder from the falls I took.

“Then I tried doing handstands instead, and well, that didn’t work either.” She laughed lightly at herself as she remembered her attempts.

Ria rolled her eyes, laughing a bit as well. “That was smart.”

“I tired it against a wall so I wouldn’t fall,” Creola shrugged defensively, a rather odd gesture since she was upside down.

“And fell anyway,” cut in Ria.

“So?” pouted Creola, brightening almost immediately. “Anyway, then I took a walk to ponder the problem and I ended up running into this bench here. Almost fell flat on my face. Lucky I caught myself in time.” She laughed, glancing up at Ria. “So then I thought, ‘hey! what a great way to turn upside down and get close enough to the ground for the perspective of my shoes!’”

“So, have you gotten the perspective of your shoes yet?”

“Nope! I can’t get the perspective of my shoes this way.”

“Why not?” wondered Ria, frowning slightly.

“I think the only real way to get that perspective is to learn to walk on my hands, which is something I won’t be learning any time soon. Really I guess I’ve only gotten half their perspective since part of it’s sitting still, but the other part would be walking. Not something I can do sitting on a park bench, you know.”

“So why are you still sitting like that?”

“Hm? Cause it’s a perspective in and of itself of course!”

“A perspective of what?”

“A person sitting upside down on a park bench today,” replied Creola as though it was obvious.

“And who does that besides you?” she asked incredulously.

“Not many people, I think,” said Creola, tilting her head a bit, watching the shoes of passerby's.

“No kidding,” muttered Ria, trying to ignore the strange looks they were both receiving, though most of the stares were directed at Creola, who simply ignored them like they weren’t happening.

“Yeah! You’d think more people might try it! Or maybe,” continued Creola, suddenly becoming thoughtful, “They do want to try it, but they don’t feel like they can!” She looked sadly up at Ria. “I feel sorry for them. After all, not everyone’s like me.”

Ria laughed. “No one’s like you. I don’t think the world could handle more than one.”

“Hm. You’re probably right,” nodded Creola. “Too bad really. Do you know what an amazing revolution a bunch of me’s could start? And think of all the things we could prove! I wouldn’t have to work on my theories all by myself if there were more than one of me!” She looked up at Ria from her odd angle. “You may have a point you know.”

“Oh dear,” said Ria, suddenly dreading where her comment might have lead her slightly unhinged friend’s mind. “What point?”

“No one is like me. So when they get that cloning thing perfected, you’ll have to remind me to have a talk with them, okay?”

“Hold on! Did you hear what I said after ‘no one’s like you’?”

“Yeah. You said the world couldn’t handle more than one of me. And?”

“And so you think cloning yourself would be a good idea from that?” Ria shook her head. “I don’t understand you sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?” said Creola. “Well, anyway,” she waved her hand vaguely. “The world’s not ready for more than one of me yet. It’ll be years before the cloning people get it together. By that time, I’m sure the world will be on it’s way to being ready, so by the time the clones are grown up enough to do any world changing, the world will have reached the point where they’re ready for it.”

Ria stared for a moment, blinking. She really had to wonder sometimes just how Creola’s mind worked so quickly in the strangest directions. Did she ever have a normal thought?

“Anyway,” continued Creola after a moment. “Time for another perspective!”

With that, she flipped herself heels over head to land sitting in the middle of the park path, a huge grin plastered across her face. Ria shook her head, and stood up, picking up her bag as she did. Creola bounced up, grabbing her own bag and slinging it over a shoulder. She spun, looking for something, and stopped abruptly to pick up her hat, which had been left on the bench. With a flourish, she placed the multicolored patchwork-like object firmly on her head.

“Shall we go then?” she said, linking arms with Ria who laughed at her.

Creola grinned and the two took off through the park.


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writinglover 3 years ago from Lost...In Poetry

So I started to leave a comment on here when I accidently closed out my browser. Anyway, I thought this was a clever way to tell a story about perspectives. Voted it up awesome and interesting!

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Sunny River 3 years ago from A Place Without A Name which resides somewhere between Fantasy and Belief, just north of Reality Author

Thanks so much writinglover! :)

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Danieltastic 3 years ago from Orlando, Florida

Cute and vibrant !! A nice short story, awesome.

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Sunny River 3 years ago from A Place Without A Name which resides somewhere between Fantasy and Belief, just north of Reality Author

Thanks Daniel! And thanks for reading!

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Isaac White 3 years ago from Welcome to my beautiful world, where magic is no longer a myth.

If that was your very first story that was one of your best.. Awesome read And a great perspective.:-)

I. White

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Sunny River 3 years ago from A Place Without A Name which resides somewhere between Fantasy and Belief, just north of Reality Author

Thank you Isaac! It wasn't one of my first stories as I've been writing since grade school, but it was one of the early stories when I was finally coming into my own writing style. :)

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vkwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

That was great writing.

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epigramman 3 years ago

It may be just a matter of perspective but you even 'rocked back in the day' and you are a master of the short story genre with your awesome dialogue and very pleasing narrative style which moves along at a nice clip and tells the story without seeming rushed or contrived. You're just a natural at this genre and I will certainly check out some more.

Hubbravo from the epi-man aka Colin and his cat crew and the sound of The Small Faces featuring the legendary Steve Marriot at lake erie time ontario canada 3:54am

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Sunny River 3 years ago from A Place Without A Name which resides somewhere between Fantasy and Belief, just north of Reality Author

Thanks vkwok!

Epi, thank you so much! :D I know you're all about poetry so it really makes me happy that you would take the time to read one of my stories as well. And thank you for the compliment. It's good to know I've been 'rocking' for so long. Lol. :)

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Mark Johann 3 years ago from Italy

Good expression of oneself about perspective. Every person is unique and your perspective of perspective is awesome.

Thanks. Well done! :)

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Sunny River 3 years ago from A Place Without A Name which resides somewhere between Fantasy and Belief, just north of Reality Author

Thanks Mark! And thank you for stopping by! :)

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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Delightful story.

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Sunny River 3 years ago from A Place Without A Name which resides somewhere between Fantasy and Belief, just north of Reality Author

Thanks Gypsy! :)

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DrBill-WmL-Smith 2 years ago from Hollister, MO

Perspective is paramount! Thanks for sharing! ;-)

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