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Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: Tennessee, U.S.A.
Posts: 121
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Mind's Requiem
3/23/06--Sunday
It was uneasy work to get papers and quills unseen by anychild. It is unallowed for children to make the writings when unworking, but it seems good to me. I will be able to write unoften, for unsafe of getting caught.
I am children #011067. I know how to make the writings because of my work at the Teaching Center, where I have worked since my assignment in my tenth year. All children are assigned in their tenth year; it has been this way since the beginning of time. I like making the writings. They clear my head and make thoughts go easier. Father says it is ungood to make them, but I feel if I show them to nochild, it will do nothing ungood. I must go now, for the doors of the sleeping hall will be unopened soon, and I must take dinner to my Brother. If I do not, she will report me to Father, and I will be unrewarded. I will write again later.
4/2/06--Wednesday
I had an unusual dream last night, and to me the dream seems to be trying to tell me something. In this dream was a mouth, and the mouth was speaking to me. I could unhear the mouth's words because there were other voices, many other voices, all shouting at me and stopping me from hearing. I could unget to the mouth because a wall of glass was in front of it. And those ungood voices! I wanted the voices to leave, I wanted to hear the mouth's words.
I focus ungood at work and unsleep because of this dream. I want to know what it means and hear the mouth. My brother has not noticed my unhappiness, but my keeper has. She talked to me and told me it would be good, because Father would not let anything ungood happen. I believe she is unright.
Maybe I will know the words some day. I must leave now.
4/11/06--Friday
I did not mention it last time, but I have been studying a book called "dictionry" at the Teaching Center. I am learning many new words that seem strange. It is uneasy to use these words in writings, but I will try. One day I hope to know all of the words!
I had the dream again last night. The mouth moved, but I could not hear the words because of the ungood voices. Those cursed voices! I do not understand why the glass is there. The glass makes no sense, it is ungood. If only the glass were gone, or I could unmake it! Then I would be able to get to the mouth and know its words.
The children seem to be unhappy lately. They seem unfocused and they seem to be waiting for something big. I feel this is related to me dream and the words of the mouth. I will write again if anything happens, but it is becoming harder to hide the writings.
4/27/06--Sunday
The big event I felt coming happened today. I knew something would happen, for the moon was round this week, and the round moon always means big things will happen.
Children #122500 stood on a chair and began speaking today, in the street. I was going to my brother's sleeping hall to ask her about her day, but I stopped to listen to Children #122500. He spoke about many things Father calls bad. He said we know more about ourselves than our keepers do, and we should live for ourselves and not our brothers. Many children agreed, and they attacked Father's temple. Father's men killed Children #122500, and the childen following him were sent to the prison.
Maybe Children #122500 was right. Maybe we shouldn't be our brothers' keepers, maybe we should live for ourselves. But we can't. Father won't let us, and we cannot defeat Father.
Father's men are being very strict because of Children #122500's actions. I may not be able to write ever again.
5/1/06
I am writing now at great risk, but it does not matter. I know now what I must do, and I will not live. My actions cannot change anything, I cannot defeat Father, but I must try. I must do what is right.
I had the dream again last night, but this time the voices were very quiet, and I could walk through the glass wall. I heard the mouth's words clearly. Its words were the same as Children #122500's. The children are to be free, and Father is evil. I must do what little I can.
It is morning now, and all other children are asleep. Today, I will speak to the children, and repeat to them the message of the mouth and of Children #122500. They will listen, and we will attack Father's temple. We will not win, but I must try. It is my destiny. It is right.
I realize that what I write now will probably never be read again. If you are reading this, however, listen to me. You know what I say is right; you know we are to be free, and not live only for to please Father. Spread these words, tell everyone. We must try.
"These papers are the remains of the diary of a man known only as Children #011067," said the school teacher, her message falling onto the eager ears of 24 boys and girls seated in the desks of her classroom. "It is because of this man and his actions that we are free today. Thirty years ago, he stood in a street in New York and delivered a message of reason and hope to the men and women gathered around him. He knew his mission was futile, but he led his followers in a revolt against the tyrannical dictator who called himself Father. Fifteen years later, Father died, and his succesor was a man who had heard the speech of Children #011067 years before. The new ruler cast away the entire system of government, replacing it with a society where all men and women were free and had the right to live however they wished. This is the society we live in today."
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