Prisoner 46664

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Here is a short story I wrote earlier this year, it got a half decent mark, so I hope you enjoy it as much as the teacher did.
Thanks :)

Submitted: December 20, 2010

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Submitted: December 20, 2010




This story isn’t about death, depression, suicide and other such melancholy things.

In fact, this isn’t really a story at all.


It’s dark, cramped, smelt like death and the one place that gave light was aligned with cold steel rods that created shadows that lay ominously on the floor.

It’s his ‘home’; the place he sleeps, eats and lives. It has been his home for the last 27 years.

Why does he live here?

It all began in 1918.


A little baby took his first glimpse of the bright world. Little did he know that this bright world was riddled with so much darkness and hate. “Ignorance is Bliss” that was his mentality for a large part of his life and he followed it.

What was he ignoring?

That he was an outsider, an outcast of society. He didn’t wish to be, but he had no choice.

“Ignorance is Bliss”, he kept repeating in his head. That tiny insignificant saying helped him to get through his schooling life and eventually landed him a relatively well-paying job. But even though he was very good at his job, he still remained an outcast and as an outcast he was paid less than others for his services.  “Ignorance is Bliss”, he repeated.

Then he cracked.

He couldn’t stand it anymore.

He hated being the outcast and he wanted to just be a normal member of society with the same rights as everyone else.

What he did next was truly courageous and inspirational.

 He spoke out.

He announced that he hated being an outcast.

That he wanted normal rights like others.

He spoke out, stated his opinion.

Many people heard his message, most of them praising him for it. There were some, on the other hand, who objected to his outcry and wanted him to be stopped.

Those people, who wanted to stop him, fulfilled their desires and the man who spoke out soon found himself heading to jail.



He had no idea how long he would be staying there. He was given a new name, prisoner 46664, and a cell. The cell was cramped, smelt of death and it was darker than the pits of hell.

“Carpe-diem”, a phrase a close friend of prisoner 46664 told him.

“Not much to seize here”, he thought.


1 year passed.

Then 2.

3 years.

6 years.

12 years.

Then 24.


And now.

The 27th year and he still doesn’t know when he is going to be free.


But something extraordinary was happened during all those prison years. It was happening outside of prison in the so called ‘free world’. The people who had heard his message were outraged that he was sent to jail. They decided to do something about it. The people wrote songs, poems, stories and made shows about him and demanded that he be released. This behavior caught the attention of other nations around the planet and they pleaded for his release. So it seemed the whole world was against prisoner 46664 captors.

They finally gave in.

Prisoner 46664 is released after 27 whole years of imprisonment.

Twenty-seven years in prison just because he spoke out.



Sweet freedom.

He felt like a bear awakening from hibernation to see the real world. For the first time in many years he felt the wind hit his face in a cooling manner. He felt the sun’s rays hit his bare skin. These little things meant so much to him.

He was out of prison, but he had some work to do as he was still considered an outcast.

“Twenty-Seven years hasn’t changed anything”, he thought.

For the next four years of his life he spread his message, he worked hard so that he and people similar to him could fit into society without being seen as an outcast.

In 1994 came a breakthrough. Prisoner 46664 became the leader of his nation, and in so doing he gained control over the people who imprisoned him. The first thing he did as a leader was make sure that he and people who were  similar to him were  socially accepted in life for who they were  and were not outcast simply because they were different.

He was no longer an outsider, after many years of fighting for his cause he had finally achieved what he first started more than thirty years before. He was now a respected member of society.



What you have just read isn’t a story.

Its reality.

Prisoner 46664 is Nelson Mandela.

These events occurred during apartheid in South Africa.

Black people were the outsiders in society.

Nelson Mandela was an outsider simply because of the color of his skin.

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