So in my college Creative Writing class I had a flash fiction writing assignment where I take something from history and write about it in 350-400 words. This is how mine ended up. Some liked it and some hated it... but I'm posting it here! Feel free to leave your opinion about it!
I opened Pandora’s Box earlier this morning. I know, I know it has supposedly already been open by that Pandora woman and I have unfortunately repeated her mistake. I was at a friend's house when I came across that stupid unopened box. It wasn’t even a box, or a square for that matter which of course made me all the more curious. Imagine my confusion when it resembled more of a cookie jar then a box! The size and shape matched a cookie jar almost perfectly, though I had never in my life came across a cookie jar that was bright pink with butterflies on it. . When the sign read, “Pandora’s Box- Do not open even in an emergency" I felt even more compelled to open the box that was not really a box. Standing in the kitchen, where cookies are usually located, I might add, with my curiosity piqued I began to wonder. What kind of sound would the cookie jar make when it was opened? I preferred the mooing cows myself. Other questions came to my mind. What kind of cookies would a bright pink cookie jar have in it? How could these cookies be so good the owner threatened Pandora’s Box? As selfish as I was I walked over to that bright pink container and I opened it. Thousands of screams filled the room and lights came rushing out of the jar. It stopped almost as quickly as it had started and I stood there shocked.
Now, I have googled all I can about Pandora’s Box and there is a ridiculous amount of information about it. Apparently Pandora had let out all the evils in the world; murder, deceit, diseases, labor and other things man had previously not known. It scares me. If that is what was let loose the first time what did I let loose? The story also says that the last thing to come out of the box was hope- mankind’s only thing to hold on to with all the evils in the world. I smile as I look down at the key board next to me. The best oatmeal raisin cookies I have ever eaten. There was hope at the bottom of that jar.