Johnny's Strange World

April 9, 2010
By Anonymous

This story has no conspicuous plot. Every character in this twisted narrative will meet his
demise at some point or another. Being prepared for the inevitable is fruitless for you will not
cope with it anyways. Therefore, try not to get attached to any characters for you will soon be
most forcefully and brutally parted from them. Unfortunately for you, the reluctant participant, of
this melancholy tale will not see the fruition of any desire for quality literature. Perhaps one
might attempt to visualize the amicable marathon runner running 26.1 miles just to trip a mere
yard from the finish line devastating an entire nation rooting for him, and maybe then one could
grasp the connotation behind this epic endeavor of a novel.
This attempt at an engrossing story begins with our loveable, almost infatuating
protagonist Johnny* resting on the ground outside of the local Defense Bureau just having
acquired a fresh scrumptious meal, of course you could only call it that if you were blind and had
no taste buds. Everything since the upheaval of democratic values is nothing but low quality
products of last week’s surplus. That is, if you were to overlook the military technology supplied
to our ever-enchanting man-at-arms. Immediately, when the world as we know it was entirely rearranged
an ultimatum was place upon dear-old Johnny Sr. and Mrs. Johnny: Give up your 4
year old boy to the state for elite government training, or meet a most painful awakening to the
ease of death. Never knowing what happens to their first born son, we arrive at the conclusion of
our first character relationship. To prevent their newest recruit from ever having a place with
which to go besides the Government, Johnny’s parents were discreetly eliminated anyways. If
you thought you could elude the sorrow that is this chronicle then you were sorely mistaken.
Johnny sat there un an insignificant piece of dirt knowing full well that he may one day have to pay the ultimate sacrifice one day just to uphold it for a cause he didn’t fully understand.
One thing he did fully understand was that he was stuck here at this public haunt eating this
terrible food for low-class citizens while his commanders were back at headquarters monitoring
his status munching on only the best that oppressive taxes could provide, all to keep up his
disguise as a commoner. But Johnny was no commoner, not by a long-shot, that is unless you
think commoners usually have diplomatic immunity and boast hidden weapons too lethal to have
a wide acknowledgement amongst the populace. His job was to ensure that the already closed
lives of the exploited citizenry became no wider. On countless occasions he has been forced to
make lightning quick decisions, always a matter of life and death for a field agent; mistakes
mean death. Although it was his relentless duty to ensure that the agenda of his mysterious and
despotic employer was adhered to, he recently started to imagine something outside his world of
black and white, kill or be killed. So then, suddenly the idea came to fruition in his mind: there
must be answer to the blankness of my memory only filled with training and rules. There must be
a resolution to this paradox of loyalty; the State that has given him everything he ever had
received, or the people all around him starving just standing in line to receive their meager
Finally realizing his lax in protocol by staying in one spot for too long, he staggered to
his feet and set off at a brisk pace every debating in his mind as to the true nature of mission!

The author's comments:
It was a free piece about a dystopia.

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We-R-3 BRONZE said...
on Apr. 22 2010 at 8:35 pm
We-R-3 BRONZE, Orlando, Florida
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Wow that is one of the better story openings that lie out there, by telling people that everyone will die you work at overdrive to emotionally attatch the reader with such a strong sense of loss, even though theyu know it will happen. I know one thing will happen...

We will see a sequel.

Strike_Eagle said...
on Apr. 20 2010 at 5:57 pm
Strike_Eagle, Warm Springs, Virginia
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Good story.  Please write a sequel!

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