The School Story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

In a couple hundred years,the world's technology and education has been destroyed. Only a few people know the truth.

“Bong!” the drum sounded near the house of the Bellaire Ministry of Discipline. Mary watched in horror as the guard cut a man into pieces. The man kicked and squirmed until his shins were mutilated, and blood was gushing out of his wound. The flesh was all torn up, and his broken, white bones were showing.

The man flailed his arms until the guard had taken them from him. Then his head, the bloody, screaming head… It rolled down the hill leaving a red trail. The cries of the man echoed for a very long time. His dead mouth seemed as if it was still screaming.

“This man, Samuel Brown” announced the guard “has committed the crime of literacy. Whoever reads, writes, practices religion, or invents shall have every single one of their limbs and heads mutilated. You all know that these crimes lead to violence as the war that nearly destroyed the world did 200 years in the past.”

The people gasped at the thought of the war; there had been no wars for the last two centuries.

When Mary arrived home, her mother had special news.

“Mary, Mr. Gilbert asked for your hand in marriage, and I said yes. You two will make a perfect couple! Isn’t that exciting?”

“It’s just not fair,” argued Mary, “the guy is like 70 years old.”

“Actually, he is 75. Don’t you think it’s nice to have a mature husband and not some rambunctious boy? He is the most admired man in the whole Village of Bellaire. After all, he is the chief guard.”

Mary scoffed. “How can I live with someone who murders innocent people, making them bleed, chopping off their arms? I won’t let his hands; those bloody hands touch me at all!”

“Mary,” said Mr. Gilbert who was in the back of the room.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I must’ve hurt your feelings. I didn’t see you there,” said Mary.

“As far as I know,”Mr. Gilbert responded, “calling a convicted criminal innocent gets your pretty little tongue cut out. Put your hands on top of your head and open your mouth. This is a job I do enjoy.”

“HELL NO!” Mary sprinted out the door and into the woods.

Far into the forest, there was a little house. Mary banged on the door.

“Please, let me in!”

A man with a big, black beard opened the door

“Come on in kid,” he gestured for her to enter. “Welcome to the school.”

In Bellaire, everyone told Mary that school was a place where children were taught witchcraft and other evil and occult things in the olden days

Inside the house, there were two other men and a woman.

“My name’s Phillip,” said the bearded man. “This is Thomas, John, Andrew, and Sarah.”

“What brings you here?” asked Sarah.

Mary told them the story of how she ran away from arrest.

“How ‘bout this?” said Andrew. “You seem like a pretty swift kid. We’ll let you stay and teach you how to read, but only if you help us further our cause.”

“Which is?’

“Spreading knowledge to the people,” the group said simultaneously.

“Our good friend Samuel Brown went out to deliver books to the people. I wonder when he will return,” said Thomas.

“I’m sorry, he was executed earlier today. I should have stopped them,” responded Mary.

“That’s it!” yelled John. “First it was Max, and then it was Carl. Now it’s Samuel that’s been killed. Peace is not the answer here!”

“Phillip announced, “All who are in favor of engaging in violence in order to educate the people raise your hand.”

The vote was unanimous.





Submitted: June 13, 2013

© Copyright 2020 Celeste Moons. All rights reserved.

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waiting for rain

Wow, this story has an amazing plot line. It really makes a strong point of how we shuld value knowledege because when you're robbed of it then you can only be repressed by what you don't know. It's a really fascinating thing to think about.

Fri, June 14th, 2013 5:57am


Thanks. I like to read and write dystopian stories.

Fri, June 14th, 2013 8:55am



An interesting read again, Celeste.

Sat, June 15th, 2013 9:36am

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