CogsA Chapter by Aaron CrowleyHow to start. Let’s start with my name; Michael Ross. It is curious that I would take up writing, writing in a
journal more over. My age group- 17 years- is too into the internet and
projected screens to care about the wonders a pen and paper can create. For I hope to be the only one reading this, I
will describe myself truthfully, despite what I want to be viewed as. I am slim
but not toned. I have thin arms with little muscle, scraggly brown hair, and
thin pale lips. It is strange that I write my history down, maybe it will be
a fruitful history, and maybe there’ll never be an ending, if I ever come to
it! I never was one to
care about feelings, they seemed to hurt me too much to dwell, and well I guess
it was for I started earlier than other boys. At an age while other boys where
chasing girls with their premature minds, I put my head down and focused on my future
and what I was going to do with my life. Maybe writing in this journal will
inspire me, to do what, I don’t know, but surely something will come. I have
always had dreams about my life, where I would like to be in so many years, if
I even live long enough, which is unlikely in today’s age. Maybe I should state the year so if anyone from the future
digs this up out of the rubble of today’s sanity, they’ll understand how close
they was from witnessing the horror of power. The year is 2135; I don’t know
anything about the world’s history, for we no longer learn it. The Education
system revolves around military tactics and Technological Development, the
world has turned upside down. I know looking over this entry, I didn’t give any
hint of a war torn world but I try to drag myself away from the reality, and at
first I was. But now I’m back lying on my bed like the gossip girls I so despise
writing into a journal. Instead of writing about a new crush among many though,
I write in the blue, writing the things I think should be written down. With so many people writing onto websites and computers,
work can be deleted by a single button by the Big Man in his little hideout
somewhere underground monitoring the internet. Well now that I’m straying onto
the subject, let’s delve more into the controlling body of the world. I will start with what I know,
with what the world tells us. The world is one kingdom now: Union. It was formed
at the end of the Great Thousand Years war. All I know is that it wasn’t a war
until 2015, but it had been going on for years behind peoples back with secret
assassinations and other secret military stuff. Well no one came out winner, so
to stop the death they created one union, all run by one government, with one
person telling them what to do. It was a bad idea from the start. Rebellion forces rose against the Leader of the now whole
World. They wished him to stop controlling everything; to give power back to
the people, there motto was something about democracy, whatever that is. They
live in abandoned cities and underground bases that were closed after the war,
I’ve never seen a rebel personally, but we are constantly shown pictures at
school, and how they must be punished for talking against the great will of
Him. Him, or he, was the Head of the Body, and us civilians were the legs, made
us feel important, even though I know we’re not. They never told us bad things
during school, but I always saw more than other people. Maybe I am a rebel
myself, I don’t agree with some of the decisions Him brings out, but I must
agree for it is my duty as a citizen. Everyone knows for a fact that the internet is controlled,
but no one cares, it has always been that way. If someone writes something bad
toward the Union then they would be found, there text destroyed and put on
trial for heresy. We are told it is for our safety, for the welfare of the
people. Because lies that run in a truthful world deserve to be extinguished to
keep the world pure. It is late and my mind is fogging, I am afraid I may start
rambling, I pray the Union prayer to Him before I go to bed: I Pray
for the welfare of the people I
Pray in hope I will feel the sun in the warm I
Pray in knowledge that I am important in his eyes I
Pray that he views me as his equal And
gives me life in tomorrow’s wake All
the gifts given by Him © 2013 Aaron Crowley |
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Added on April 26, 2013 Last Updated on April 26, 2013 AuthorAaron CrowleyTXAboutSo i lived in England, im enlgish, and i was happy, then my parents moved me to texas and turned me. I'm a sneaky freaky freak...and maybe pretty funny...but probably not, I'm not the one who decides... more..Writing
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