Friday, October 18, 2013

What is He?

The world is perfect. There is no racism or sexism. Everyone is equal. No one was more ugly or more beautiful then the rest. This was all because of Amendment 514 to the Constitution of the United Government Organization. From January 1st 2250, when 514 was put into effect, everyone was issued a devise. This devise covered their face with a white mask, and put a white robe over their body.

He was walking along the street. Next to him was his best friend, or a stranger, he could not tell anyone apart. From the casual glance of the rooftop observer he was just another white speck, in the white river headed toward the amphitheater. When he arrived in the theater he stood in the far back leaning against the wall. A man, the president or maybe a spokesperson, no one could tell stood on stage shouting through a microphone. The man called for more equality, more similarities, and more promises. The crowd screamed in response. Through the microphones in their masks, the screams came out to be the same pitch, same sound, and same tone.

But He was not screaming. He was not jumping up and down for joy. He just stood silently in the back, shaking his head in disagreement. When the man on stage called for any opponents to step in stage, He stepped one step off the wall, but then stopped. The booing that the opponents received shook him to the core, he was scared to be hated like that. So he took his position back on the wall. Silently opposing, but saying nothing.

After the "show" He left and walked down the alleyway toward the slum. The only thing that the government could not make equal was the class separation. Slowly he moved, deeper and deeper into the slums. He stops at a graffiti filled door, looked around, and knocked once, twice, three times. He paused looked around again then knocked five more times in quick succession. The door opens up seaming like a black portal. Out of the darkness comes loud thumping music. He enters the door, closes it, and takes off his mask. Underneath is a black haired boy, age 17, wearing a black shirt, jeans, and black Vanes. He walks downstairs and is greeted by his best friend. All around are people who had removed their masks. Man if the government saw this they would have executed them all.

He walks around talking to everyone, greeting old friends and new faces. Any who had seen him at the amphitheater would not have recognized him. The one at the theater was timid, quiet, and scared. The one in the club was charismatic, friendly, and welcoming. Then the music dies down and the DJ gets on the mic and says, "We were all at the speech made at the amphitheater today. What do you have to say in this unbiased setting?" This time though with his back straight, He confidently strolled through the front. Stepping onto the stage he grabbed the mic and said, "I think ............" In response he received both boos and praise. When he stepped off the stage he was not scared and shaking, but gave off the feeling of confidence.

3 comments:

  1. This is a much needed deviation from the norm Matthew. Out of all the blogs I've read, yours is the only real fictional setting. I'm not sure if the kid with the straight black hair is a representation of you possibly, but I really enjoy the storytelling in the writing. The setting and atmosphere smacks me right in the face, something that most people struggled to execute. This sounds like a book waiting to happen. I would love to read more about this, and I think you did a great job if showing two contrasting sides of the same person. Not only in terms of personality, but also in the entire physical realm as well (ie. clothes, setting, mood).

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  2. man this was awesome! I could see this actually being a story. kind of like The Giver. futuristic, yet believable.

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  3. Really interesting concept Matthew! I agree with Nathan-- I'd love to see this concept written about more and developed. One thing that confused me was the fact that the class separations still existed, even though everyone looked identical? If the President can't be distinguished from a spokesperson, how could classes still exist?

    A few typos, but still, excellent creativity, and effective indirect characterization of a complex character.
    14/15

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