A Story About Everyday Workers

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

Dystopic story about a workers revolution. The main reason I posted this story is to get reviews and feedback on my writing. I expect feedback on quality, content, and more. Thank you.

DeManster

Everyday

The flaring sun was always a problem to my back because my back had never recovered from the burns. The sun was ours and it would not leave us. I have been working all day; we all have. And when we return to the quarters we work there too. The Progression of People decided that the lower countries were going to help the advancement of our nation by having us contribute with our sweat. We gladly share our hands for the improvements we also receive- we have ended The War, we eliminated thievery and other crimes, and locked away our fear of invasion from outsiders.

The Union of Peace was from the northern countries and was always battling the Progression of People. Although the Progression of People dominated the Lower Countries it always made me wonder why the Union would ever try to disrupt the People. The People distributed their newscast for all people to see how intolerable the acts of the Union were, Union members were insulting leaders of the People. This act was against our human rights, one person cannot judge another. The Union members were then barred from political activity.

There was another dispute among an eastern radical group, Society of Liberals. The Liberals intentions were posted all throughout the lower countries, criticizing the People for not allowing the lower countries reduced working hours. We did not mind the hours but the Liberals sure did. The Liberals have disrupted our peace by causing us workers to begin fighting one another. So we imprisoned the Liberals for exciting violence.

The last of these assemblies was the Western Community Club. The Club was an odd group, claiming that the People did not allow the lower countries to be human. We indeed are humans. So we worked with the People and ignored these absent minded men; the Club was now forgotten.

Soon after these groups were gone, we were back to gladly participating for our nation. But I always wondered why these groups attacked the People. It was probably jealousy because the People were so great. So I drank my last cup of wine and fell asleep.

Years of drought and bad weather soon made us realize we can no longer support the People. We cultivated the food, so it was ours to eat. The People were now arresting our leaders, and demanded our food by force. We were dying. The People were separating our sons from us and replaced them with gardening tools. It was not long until the lower countries used violence to protect their foods from larceny. We needed the supporters of others to overthrow the People. When my son was taken away I did not work, I was crying for days. I was soon charged for conspiracy because of my laziness.

The People were still here but were less in number. The loss of my son burdened me and I now understood why the Union, the Liberalist, the Club fought for us. The People have made us into their animals. I gathered the workers and brought a new war.

There was a coo from the underappreciated birds, and the air was changing. They were now fending for their own, there was brutality in all of them. They had to steal for their food, fight for themselves and kill for their sons, they were changing. The People were overthrown and the lower countries now spread their ideas. They now had arms, markets, and libraries. They would now soar. And the sun was now pleasing.


Submitted: February 18, 2011

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