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For the Good of Society
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For the Good of Society
Hey guys. I wrote this mainly as a way to get out some pretty painful feelings I have about some aspects of my life right now, particularly love. Take it as you will.
"We apologize for yet another relocation, but we
must keep changing our spot in the network's listings to avoid detection by the
Bloodhounds," stated a middle-aged reporter in a worn, marred suit. He sat
at a hastily-constructed desk made of plywood and old crates. Oddly enough,
this sad sight always lifted the spirits of the rebellion and its supporters.
The crackling lines caused by the poor reception on the old television set scrambled
his image, making him appear more jittery and nervous than he actually was.
"The time is 11:03. Courtesy of the Clerk and his
Bloodhounds, any sign of affection or love between citizens of our fair country
is forbidden by law. At this very moment, our freedom fighters bravely battle
our corrupt, tyrannical government to win back our natural right to embrace and
love those whom we called our wives and our husbands. Do not despair, my
friends. We will win this war. We will win back our freedom!" He paused,
halfway out of his seat in the head of them moment. Any constant, loud noise
was sure to attract the attention of any Bloodhounds nearby. Clearing his throat
and making a futile attempt to straighten his tie, he resumed, "We're
continuing to feature love letters from our viewers to show the harmful effects
the rule of this tyrant has on the emotions and lives of innocent human beings who
simply wish to fall in love. The names of these individuals have been changed
to protect their safety."
Taking a pair of scarred spectacles out of his shirt
pocket and placing them on the peak of his nose, his aging eyes began reading
the crumpled piece of paper placed before him by an assitant.
"'Dearest Isabelle,
I know that by even taking up a pen to write you this
letter puts my life in jeopardy, but I must let you know how I truly feel before
it is too late. I love you, Belle. I know we've been told that love doesn't and
shouldn't exist, but I can feel it when I look at you. I can feel the warm glow
in the pit of my stomach when you drift into my thoughts. I know it frightens
and disgusts you to read these things, but we both know that it's only because
you feel the same. I can see it in your eyes when our gazes happen to meet, I
can hear it in your words when our conversations start, and most of all, I can
feel your mood change whenever we meet, all three counts of which I am also
guilty. You may try to deny it, but unless I've gone insane, we both know these
feelings exist. I know I'm asking the impossible, but I want
you to come away with me, away from all of this hate and ignorance.
Together, we can prove this country wrong. We can show them that you can't
control love; you can't kill it. We might be alone, but we would have our love
for each other, and that is something stronger and more powerful than any law.
I know that you're scared, my sweet, but we can get through this together. Love always conquers
hate.
Be brave.'"
The reporter paused to read some production notes that
had been attached to the bottom of the letter. His mood immediately sunk.
"This letter," he continued. "Was written by Sergeant Jacob
Maxwell, a Bloodhound. According to our sources, his messenger was intercepted
by one of his superiors. The following day, Maxwell was found dead in his office,
beaten to death by his own men."
"We apologize for yet another relocation, but we
must keep changing our spot in the network's listings to avoid detection by the
Bloodhounds," stated a middle-aged reporter in a worn, marred suit. He sat
at a hastily-constructed desk made of plywood and old crates. Oddly enough,
this sad sight always lifted the spirits of the rebellion and its supporters.
The crackling lines caused by the poor reception on the old television set scrambled
his image, making him appear more jittery and nervous than he actually was.
"The time is 11:03. Courtesy of the Clerk and his
Bloodhounds, any sign of affection or love between citizens of our fair country
is forbidden by law. At this very moment, our freedom fighters bravely battle
our corrupt, tyrannical government to win back our natural right to embrace and
love those whom we called our wives and our husbands. Do not despair, my
friends. We will win this war. We will win back our freedom!" He paused,
halfway out of his seat in the head of them moment. Any constant, loud noise
was sure to attract the attention of any Bloodhounds nearby. Clearing his throat
and making a futile attempt to straighten his tie, he resumed, "We're
continuing to feature love letters from our viewers to show the harmful effects
the rule of this tyrant has on the emotions and lives of innocent human beings who
simply wish to fall in love. The names of these individuals have been changed
to protect their safety."
Taking a pair of scarred spectacles out of his shirt
pocket and placing them on the peak of his nose, his aging eyes began reading
the crumpled piece of paper placed before him by an assitant.
"'Dearest Isabelle,
I know that by even taking up a pen to write you this
letter puts my life in jeopardy, but I must let you know how I truly feel before
it is too late. I love you, Belle. I know we've been told that love doesn't and
shouldn't exist, but I can feel it when I look at you. I can feel the warm glow
in the pit of my stomach when you drift into my thoughts. I know it frightens
and disgusts you to read these things, but we both know that it's only because
you feel the same. I can see it in your eyes when our gazes happen to meet, I
can hear it in your words when our conversations start, and most of all, I can
feel your mood change whenever we meet, all three counts of which I am also
guilty. You may try to deny it, but unless I've gone insane, we both know these
feelings exist. I know I'm asking the impossible, but I want
you to come away with me, away from all of this hate and ignorance.
Together, we can prove this country wrong. We can show them that you can't
control love; you can't kill it. We might be alone, but we would have our love
for each other, and that is something stronger and more powerful than any law.
I know that you're scared, my sweet, but we can get through this together. Love always conquers
hate.
Be brave.'"
The reporter paused to read some production notes that
had been attached to the bottom of the letter. His mood immediately sunk.
"This letter," he continued. "Was written by Sergeant Jacob
Maxwell, a Bloodhound. According to our sources, his messenger was intercepted
by one of his superiors. The following day, Maxwell was found dead in his office,
beaten to death by his own men."
Last edited by Sir Gamealot on Mon Jul 18, 2011 10:34 pm; edited 1 time in total
Re: For the Good of Society
I thought it was really good SG
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Re: For the Good of Society
Liked the word choices. You shold write some narritives to read for enjoyment.
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