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There were too many university applicants.
A theory for the clever bugger influx was that previous generations of university graduates went forth and multiplied. Another was the rise in opportunities for the peasant classes. Whatever the reason, there were now legions of heartbroken students feeling quite miffed. Touched by their suffering, the government voted to triple tuition fees so that many of the peasants wouldn't even try to apply.
Apparently that didn't work so well, making all the politicians very sad. They consoled themselves by claiming second homes with taxpayers' money, because even if you lived less than twenty minutes from the workplace, having two homes was just nice.
Using paper money to wipe away tears as they sat in their second homes, they wondered what else they could do to discourage the clever buggers from fulfilling their potential. Eventually, an idea came to them.
Testing. They needed more tests.
Unfortunately, it was known that clever buggers had a certain aptitude for tests. So to avoid more successful students, it was decided that the tests should be carried out while they were still very young. Remembering that they already tortured seven years olds academically, tests for four year olds were introduced. The results from these would then be taken into account for university applications.
They were named the Obligatory Outstanding Persons Search. A proposed catchphrase was 'Oops! Guess you'll have to be a cleaner then.' This was rejected in favour of 'Education is our highest priority.'
The number of clever buggers finally decreased. The streets were clean. Only the prodigies and geniuses were afforded a place at university. Everyone was happy.
When a generation of politicians died, the only ones fit to run the country were the graduates, who in their isolation cared little for the rest of humanity, deeming them stupid. After all, they didn't even think in the same way. They might as well be a different species, a lower class of humans on the same level as animals.
The geniuses went forth and multiplied.
Generations later, geniuses ran and sustained the world while the descendants of cleaners were locked in cages for more tests – mostly cosmetic testing.
A theory for the clever bugger influx was that previous generations of university graduates went forth and multiplied. Another was the rise in opportunities for the peasant classes. Whatever the reason, there were now legions of heartbroken students feeling quite miffed. Touched by their suffering, the government voted to triple tuition fees so that many of the peasants wouldn't even try to apply.
Apparently that didn't work so well, making all the politicians very sad. They consoled themselves by claiming second homes with taxpayers' money, because even if you lived less than twenty minutes from the workplace, having two homes was just nice.
Using paper money to wipe away tears as they sat in their second homes, they wondered what else they could do to discourage the clever buggers from fulfilling their potential. Eventually, an idea came to them.
Testing. They needed more tests.
Unfortunately, it was known that clever buggers had a certain aptitude for tests. So to avoid more successful students, it was decided that the tests should be carried out while they were still very young. Remembering that they already tortured seven years olds academically, tests for four year olds were introduced. The results from these would then be taken into account for university applications.
They were named the Obligatory Outstanding Persons Search. A proposed catchphrase was 'Oops! Guess you'll have to be a cleaner then.' This was rejected in favour of 'Education is our highest priority.'
The number of clever buggers finally decreased. The streets were clean. Only the prodigies and geniuses were afforded a place at university. Everyone was happy.
When a generation of politicians died, the only ones fit to run the country were the graduates, who in their isolation cared little for the rest of humanity, deeming them stupid. After all, they didn't even think in the same way. They might as well be a different species, a lower class of humans on the same level as animals.
The geniuses went forth and multiplied.
Generations later, geniuses ran and sustained the world while the descendants of cleaners were locked in cages for more tests – mostly cosmetic testing.
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
Literature
#
I fell in love through a thin sheet of glass
Scraping my skin on the shards as it shattered.
And I fell asleep reaching for your hands
Dreaming of unwritten notes and dial tones.
I thought it would taste like pink lemonade,
But the way I say your name is metallic.
I thought you would be a way to escape,
But my wires got crossed and I became lost.
You're just chasing residual noise
And I'm losing my digital voice.
Literature
ambivalance
i will never be at peace
as you are
finally
because
i decided to live
even though it goes against every fiber of my being.
i miss you
i envy you
i hate you
but more than anything
i love you.
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Day 12 of *Flash-Fic-Month!
CHALLENGE: Satire!
My first reaction to the challenge was "I am not clever enough for that."
I was really nervous! I had never written satire before and I didn't immediately recall reading any satirical pieces. After reading about the challenge, I had to research to make sure I knew exactly what satirical writing was.
The internet saved me when I came across A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift. Then I remembered that the short story I told ~SpaceVoyagerKiwi about a few days ago was a satirical piece. So I reread Babycakes by Neil Gaiman.
Catching the satirical vibe, I felt confident enough to write this!
The confidence drained slightly with guilt as I poked fun at the education I was so grateful to have, but that went away as I dared to think that people might actually find this funny.
CHALLENGE: Satire!
My first reaction to the challenge was "I am not clever enough for that."
I was really nervous! I had never written satire before and I didn't immediately recall reading any satirical pieces. After reading about the challenge, I had to research to make sure I knew exactly what satirical writing was.
The internet saved me when I came across A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift. Then I remembered that the short story I told ~SpaceVoyagerKiwi about a few days ago was a satirical piece. So I reread Babycakes by Neil Gaiman.
Catching the satirical vibe, I felt confident enough to write this!
The confidence drained slightly with guilt as I poked fun at the education I was so grateful to have, but that went away as I dared to think that people might actually find this funny.
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The funniest thing about this is that, a year after it was written, all we have is another year of tests and barriers!
The clever plebs won't stand a chance!
Nice piece, by the way
The clever plebs won't stand a chance!
Nice piece, by the way