Alice in Wonderland
“Where’s that boy? Dinner’s getting cold.”
“Up in his room, working on his video game.”
“Blast that video game! Get him down here for dinner. Tonight I cancel his computer privileges.”
Alice knocked on the bedroom door. “Bobby?” No answer. She respected his privacy, but didn’t want Rob storming up here, so she pushed opened the door.
She walked into a world of spectacular color. Bobby had hung mirrors on all four walls so that every bit of artistry was magnified. The room was a living kaleidoscope. On his computer screen, the colors and shapes were dancing to the soundtrack of a hauntingly beautiful score. Alice forgot about dinner, forgot about Rob’s anger, forgot about everything except the incomparable beauty surrounding her. “I’m on fire!” Bobby had told them months ago. “I’m creating a masterpiece.”
Bobby was designing all the graphics for the game, composing all the music, writing the story line. “Come see,” he begged. But his parents had nothing but disdain for video games. “Total waste of time,” they pronounced.
Now, at last, “Escape Into Wonder” was unfolding in front of Alice. The richness of Chagall, the swirling motion of Van Gogh, the sensual energy of O’Keeffe combined with Bobby’s own unique palette of expression. Impossibly rich reds and blues were haloed by chrome yellows and soft golds. Forest greens lightened into limes, morphed into teals, then darkened into ultramarines. The music was influenced by Holst and Stravinsky with echoes of Debussy and Messiaen. Alice could barely hold back the tears. She wanted to embrace Bobby, ask for forgiveness. But where was he?
She looked under his rumpled covers, in the closet, in his bathroom. Bobby simply was not there. Then she looked more closely at the computer screen, read the story synopsis. A teenage boy finds refuge from an uncaring world in a universe of his own creation, a world of beauty. And there he was, amidst the vibrant colors, watching his mother with sorrowful eyes.
“It’s magnificent . . . we didn’t realize . . . please, don’t leave,” Alice pleaded.
But Bobby turned away and disappeared into the game.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleMiss Julie, I wonder if the boy was truly happy in a colourful kaleidoscope of his own making? Was he being the rebel who fought against his parents’ disdain for his art? Love your rich use of colour descriptions!
Hello Margarida – It’s hard to know whether Bobby was truly happy. I tend to think he was, but it’s for each reader to decide based on their own experiences and longings. Thanks for reading and for commenting!
Great story, Julie! People often say video games are bad for their kids but I recently read a study that proves it can be good for both social skills and mental health. Bobby seems quite talented in the design of his video game. Coding and setting the music to it must have been no small feat! Moral of the story is to support your kids in their passion.Even if their passion is… Read more »
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThanks for your great observations, Melissa. I also have read many things that say video games can be very good for the kids. I also read that the greatest artists and composers of our times are being drawn to video games, which is the art form for today. But as you said, the real message is that we parents and teachers should listen to the kids and actually visit their worlds before… Read more »
What a beautifully described story, Julie. I often disappear into games inside my head when I’m playing, they really are a marvellous way to escape from the rigours and mundanity of real life sometimes. But to really escape into one; how wonderful. Nicely done.
Aha, Carrie! So you can relate to Bobby! That’s so interesting to know. I don’t dare play video games, because I might never return to the real, sometimes mundane world! Thanks so much for your great comments.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleExcellent story! I was really pulled into the scene and your descriptive writing was amazingly executed!
Thank you, Heather. This is actually based on my true life experiences as a composition teacher. Many of my extremely gifted teenage students write music for video games now and one really talented student designs graphics and games in addition to writing the musical scores. For a long time, I was like Alice – with a lot of disdain for the world of video games. I feel differently now! So like Alice,… Read more »
Oh wow. That’s really cool. Seriously, the best stories come from our own experiences!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleJulie, how beautiful was this. I was swept away by the colours, the artists, the music. How sad that the parents of a child so immensely talented showed no interest in what he was achieving. No winners here. I absolutely loved it!
Thank you so much, Linda. I’ve seen in your stories how you have a huge affinity for colors, just like I do, so I’m not surprised that you resonated with this story! I always value your input.
Hello, Julie. I feel guilty about myself because I always scolded my children whenever they play video games. I want them to focus on their study. Now I just found out and thought that I need to support them sometimes on what they want. Thank you for this one, Julie.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI still think it’s very important to monitor the time your children spend on video games and to at least know a little about the games. Some of them are probably a waste of time. But some are not. As parents or teachers or adult influencers, it is a good idea for us to know more about the online games our children are drawn to. Playing outside is still probably the best… Read more »
There are so many things to like about this story, Julie! The idea itself, of course, with a profound interest calling us, like Ulysses’ sirens, to come and forget about the world, but also your way of describing Bobby’s creation in terms of musicians and painters in such a great way. And then there is the relationship-aspect, with the non-understanding attitude of people surrounding someone with a profound interest. (Alice should understand,… Read more »
Oh gosh, Christer, I must have read and re-read this story twenty or more times, looking for any errors. I never even saw the Rob/Ron change. Wow. I’ve changed it now. Alice’s husband is named Rob. Their son Bobby is named after his dad. Thank you so much for all your comments and for noticing all the things I too thought were important. But thanks most of all for being such a… Read more »
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleBeautifully written Julie! Such vivid descriptions of colour! I completely relate to Bobby, as someone who frequently likes to disappear into my own world! I wonder, will Alice follow…?!