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THE SUPREME COUNCIL OF THECOALITION OF PLANETS
 
by DevonPitlor, MA Econ
Prologue: The
Supreme Council of the Coalition of Planets
is a sad and somewhat dreary story that dealswith a problem which is far too common in the lives of boys and girls throughout the world. I daresay it mayeven border on depressing, but I hope there is a lessonin it. I'm not good at lessons because, in life, I havelearned very few myself. Since the subject matter of thestory hinges on the disastrous effects of depravity, Icounsel my readers to distance themselves from themain characters only to protect their own sanity asreaders and objective observers. The world is repletewith tragedies, and this story will end in a tragedy. Iwant to give that much away before anyone gets tooinvolved. Also, I want to start with a nice part. It is goodto begin with nice things first. So here goes.I. Early autumn 1999: Boy meets girl.
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olleen was educationally "challenged." That was the"in" word back then. When you had difficulties learningthings or any other sort of physical or mentalweaknesses, you were politely referred to as challenged.And Colleen had lots of trouble concentrating andremembering to do simple tasks like brushing her long,silky flaxen hair or washing her hands after using thebathroom. She drooled out of one side of her mouth toowhen she got excited. She had never been able tomaster phonics and was thereby more or less illiterate.
 
Sometimes she had bowel accidents too, but these weregrowing fewer as she approached her sixteenthbirthday. Of course, Colleen received special trainingand reported each day to a different room than most of her peers. In that room, reminders abounded in pictorialform about how she was to conduct her day, fromwashing her face after smearing breakfast on it toputting away her crayons and pencils and not cuttingherself accidentally with scissors. Part of the pity felt bymany observers was that, although slightly clubfootedand awkward, Colleen was rather pretty. She neededsome adult to make her pretty each day, but when theydid, she was nice looking. Period.School had just started. First half of the eleventh grade.But for Colleen, there were no actual grades as such.Special education just ran on a continuum from oneyear spilling into another with the same tasks to belearned and re-learned each day. Colleen was makingslow progress, but it was certain that after age 18 shewould never be able to fully take care of her own needs.And arrangements had been made for that too.When we throw open the gray curtains of time into thatlost era, we see Colleen sitting on the grass in AvondalePark, just down the street from Eastlawn High School,alongside a very handsome boy named BrentHargreave, and though Colleen will play a small role inthis story, it will really be the story of Brent Hargreave, anice boy, a well-bred and polite lad from a good family.Brent thought of sex occasionally, but he had nounseemly designs on the retarded girl. They had justrecently made friends, and now they were talking aboutwhy they had made friends. They had a subject incommon: The Supreme Council of the Coalition of 
 
Planets. It was a beautiful, sunlit day, and, as Brentedged closer to the challenged girl, she started to feelless challenged and more normal than she had ever feltwith the groping, probing boys who always tookadvantage of the mental limitations which prevented her from saying no or stop. Brent was getting excited abouttheir subject of discussion, and for one magicalmoment, he grasped Colleen's hand to make a point.His hand felt warm and comforting. It went no farther than her wrist, and Colleen relaxed and let the autumnsun bathe her in the closest thing to happiness that shehad ever felt before. Brent himself may have fallen a bitfor Colleen, but it was not evident. What was evident isthat he wanted her for an audience and felt verycomfortable talking to her about The Supreme Councilof the Coalition of Planets. From a distance and theneven up close, the two looked very happy. And for a fewfleeting minutes, they were.II. Why Colleen broke a rule and went to the park withBrent.She wasn't supposed to do it, but she slipped away anddid, and it was nice. It had begun that day in school.Colleen, along with several of her special educationclassmates, were occasionally integrated into regular classes by the eleventh grade, and she was now sittingspread legged in the back of Mr. Crouper's first periodEnglish class, inadvertently exposing her unfortunatelysoiled undershorts. Some front row boys were shootingchewed wads of paper at her exposed crotch, andanother was trying to unsnap her bra from behind with apencil down the back of her shirt. For Colleen, suchbehavior was normal. She was odd and different, and
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Loved it but it's the saddest by far of all your tales.

Writers group read aloud and discussed. Very well liked. We are doing study of your stories. This is excellent.

Wow! You did it. Actually, I have 24 stories here. As long as you wanted to read all of them, I can tell you that a very short piece that I wrote last Christmas eve is what you are missing. Check out THE LAST PRESENT. Not my best, but Heidi liked it and others too. I am learning to suppress the author intervention because of the two of you also. So thanks. I'll get back to you on your PM too. Many thanks for reading and liking and favoriting.

Hi Devon, Finally. My 23rd story. I'm sure this was the last from the looks of your list. I'll check again. Reading your works has been a pleasure. I'll say that before I go farther. This story is naturally very bleak. But the fact that you deal with such an issue is good. Your preface, however, may be unnecessary. I sense something here that I've seen in your stories and that you may have mentioned in a comment: Some of these stories were written for a different audience that knew you. Your preface is very telling about that. So are some of your other prefaces and interventions. You can explain that if you like when we talk. I said I would send you a service message on this forum, and I will try to get around to it today. Heidi is right, in my opinion, about this particular intervention where you step out and speak to the reader. I think the reader already can see that Brent is convinced of his alter life, and the author does not need to reinforce it. Truly, great details. You main strength. Also, the way you start things is always good. In medias res, as they used to teach us. In the middle of things. Another one of your strengths. Liked the story a lot. Sad but true. The Colleen side story was very skillful too. Watch for a message. Probably today.

The psychology here is deafening!!! A big wow!! Bravissimo!!

Heidi, Thanks!! It is hard to break the author intervention habit because it has always been a part of my style, but I liked that you pointed out this flaw. The story is, I admit, hard to take. It is very real, but can become very, very depressing if you don't distance yourself from the main characters. But I like to deal with reality. Many thanks for all your comments on all my stories. I will withhold my comments on the final two or three until I see yours.

I had to re-read this one because it'd been awhile since I read it the first time. Very sad, very sad....I remembered that the first time I'd read it, even though I knew where it was inevitably headed, part of me was hoping that there would be that twist in the end where he wasn't imagining anything, and that he really was chosen to be the representative of our dismal planet. No such luck of course. Knowing that this sort of thing goes on daily...everywhere...and that the signs are often ignored and/or not acted upon by those whose job it is to do so is what makes it so depressing. My only critique really, and this is sort of directed at several of your stories, is that that the interjections by you are not needed. It takes away slightly from the drama of the moment. I know others have mentioned this elsewhere. I also know that it could be a hard habit to break. Try to resist the urge next time and just see how it turns out. You could always add your own comments at the end without taking away from the rhythm of the story. Other than that, great story.

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